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:: Saturday, February 11, 2006 ::

weird habits

Being locked up in your apartment for a week straight without human interaction allows one to observe weird habits about oneself. Here are some things I've recently noticed about me:

1. I like to have some kind of dipping sauce for my fries; preferably ranch. Unless they're McDonald's fries. For some reason those I can eat just plain, but they have to be right out of the fryer, otherwise they don't taste as good.

2. Onion rings, however, are a different story. I must have ample ketchup and tabasco sauce mixed together.

3. I do this weird thing when I attempt to exit an apartment building. If I've just walked down several flights of stairs and the hallways/floors are lined with carpet, I must tap the front door once with my knuckles before reaching for the doorknob. I've been conditioned to do this as a result of a friend's apartment in Brooklyn that's charged with static electricity and leaves me jittery every time I reach the 1st floor door.

4. I like to play with my toenail clippings by bending them in all sorts of directions - but only if they're nice and big. The small ones aren't worth it.

5. Sometimes, out of sheer curiosity, I'll cup my farts and waft them to my nose just to see how rank it is. HahahA... ew.

6. I absolutely MUST sleep with one hand or arm underneath my pillow.

7. I don't like shaking peoples' hands if they appear unhygenic. Instead, I've managed to get away with bumping fists or "droppin' the rock". The crowd seems to love this.

8. I ALWAYS use a paper towel to grab door handles with upon leaving a public restroom. Always.

Anyways, I'm fucking bored.

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