WTF...

WTF...

There's this game I like to play when my stomach gets rumbly. I put my phone on vibrate, set it on my stomach and make bets with myself on wether or not I'm getting a text or if I'm just hungry.

I have specific rules of cookie eating. I have to get either 1 or multiples of 3.

If I can't quite wake up and there's ample opportunity I throw myself in the snow( wearing shorts and a tank top) to shock to body awake. Don't believe me? Check my yard.

When I was young I got in trouble a lot of turning photographs around to face the wall because I believed the real people in the pictures could see me through their photo. I still have this fear.

I usually spend the first hour or so of every morning talking to myself about how strange I am for talking to myself for the first hour or so of every morning.

I'm a bit repetitive...Yes.

I love the smells of gasoline, bleach, permanent marker, nail polish, "unscented" hair spray and rubbing alcohol. Bleach is my favorite. I love bleach.

Every day for the past 7 years I've wished the exact same thing twice a day at 11:11. If I mess up the word order I get paranoid.

I think yogurt only tastes good if you eat it with a fork.

It's not uncommon for me to just randomly imagine what a person would taste like if I cooked and ate them.

I like to draw weird things on my face when I get bored. In eyeliner... in face paint... in marker...

... WTF!!