Quirks

[Jackson]

I know better than to list all of my quirks. You'd all think I was INSANE.

I totally just snagged that for my wallpaper.

[Mad Dog]

If you can tell that you're insane, are you really insane?

[RingOtaku]

Depends on which mental disorder you are suffering from.



Another quirk: I will when randomly looking at a block of text (usually the title of a book) count the letters and find the "middle point"

[Ryann]

Another one, is I meticulously peel almost all the white stuff off my oranges/tangerines/etc.

[Jackson]

I peel and eat limes like oranges. I will not peel tangerines, oranges or clementines... I cannot stand that smell under my nails so I have Mark peel them for me.

Yes, I'm a spoiled little princess.

[Ryann]

You get the smell under your nails?  What are you doin' to them?

[Sinnybuns/Mika]

Just gonna hazard a guess and say she's taking them apart with her fingernails.   

[Ryann]

So do I and I don't smell nuffin'.

[RingOtaku]

Yes, I'm a spoiled little princess.

That phrase with your avatar makes it sound so damned funny and wrong.

[Sinnybuns/Mika]

Yes, I'm a spoiled little princess.

That phrase with your avatar makes it sound so damned funny and wrong.

LOL. 

[Jackson]

So do I and I don't smell nuffin'.

Then you have no sense of smell... because there is oil in citrus peel that stinks. And I can't stand it. Especially those clementines.

[Big Ed Johnson]

I remember the smell of Clementine on my fingers...

"Oh my Darlin', oh my darlin' oh my darlin' Clementine...."

*Ahem*

We now return you to your scheduled programming...

[V]

for a long time i couldn't write drunk.  for a longer time, i couldn't write sober.  now i just... prefer not to write sober, but i can.  some of the absolute most genius-fantastic stuff i've written i was dead plastered.

if you poured jack daniels on anything, i'd ingest it.  jack in pepsi, cool.  jack in coffee, pretty good.  jack in hot cocoa, alright.  jack on pulled pork?  sure, it might go.  jack on smoked pineapple?  hmmmm, weird, ah well, it's jack.  jack in a milkshake?  ew, that's kinda curdle-ey, isn't it?--GIMME NAO.  jack on the corpse of my six-month-dead grandmother...  well, perhaps.  how ripe's she smelling?  you know, i wouldn't want to puke up the jack.  that'd be alcohol abuse.

i feel WEIRD if i don't drive at least an hour out of town once a month.  i blame this on custody visitation bullshit from age two to sixteen, though i'm sure wrestling didn't help it either.

i eat ravioli the exact same way every single time-- i bite off the edges, then peel back the flat 'lid', then bite off the sides, then eat the middle bit.  i don't know what started it, but it's contagious-- my old roomie now can't eat ravioli any other way either.

i eat a can of chef boyardee something (spaghetti and meatballs, beefaroni, ravioli, ONLY the original styles) at least once a week.  sometimes once a day.  it's not so much that i adore them, more like they're my own personal MREs.  they're fast to heat up, undemanding in texture, inoffensive in flavor, and they've got protein, fat, and carbs all in them.  they're also high in calories-- should be bad but when you forget to eat all day and don't have the time or want-to to eat real food, it's perfect.

every other room in the house can be absolutely trashed, to the point where walking without shoes is a hazard to your imminent well being, but THE KITCHEN AND DISHES WILL BE CLEAN, AND ALL POTENTIAL PEST-FOOD WILL BE PICKED UP.  PEEEEEEEERIOD.

i have a song for everything.  everything.  try me.

[RingOtaku]

i have a song for everything.  everything.  try me.

What song do you have for when you are filming your underage sister having sex with a goat as the key scene in your next "home movie" that gets sold by men whose real names you don't know for legal purposes?

[Spiral]

i have a song for everything.  everything.  try me.

What song do you have for when you are filming your underage sister having sex with a goat as the key scene in your next "home movie" that gets sold by men whose real names you don't know for legal purposes?

Everybody's Working For the Weekend by Loverboy.