My nipples get hard just by seeing rows and rows of books, I guess that is why I am still single-I have an unfortunate knack for falling for inanimate objects. I have a bionic eye for the ridiculous and the absurd,and No, no, no, I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it. I have a despicable habit of blurting out every inappropriate thought that whooshes through my mind so I don't need any provocation of any sort to do a narrative on just about everything.
I love bathing in the rain, riding in a decrepit minibuses that make your backbones vibrate for hours and I play dead if surrounded by vapid, and incurably stilted people. My favorite expression is "you are just a figment of my silly imagination". You may think I'm weird, but I don't give a flying fart "you are just a figment of my imagination."