Eat socks and die!

Top Five things to do with socks.

1) Wear them (duh!)

2) Make puppets out of them (cheap entertainment)

3) Fill them with stuff to hit people with (I think I saw this on Prison Break one time)

4) Use them as an emergency bandage (I can't be bothered to get band-aids)

5) Tie an unsuspecting victim's socks together and watch as they stumble and fall when they try to walk. (Jay used to do this to me all the time growing up)

I have issues with socks, always have apparently. I went and bought some today... now I can't find them. 6 pairs of black men's socks completely disappeared. I think I give up on socks.

I think that if a witch turned me into a goat I'd probably be less picky about food. However I probably couldn't wear a cape without wanting to eat it.

I want to wear a cape.

I happen to be one of those people who think stuff means stuff. You know, movies, song lyrics, the attention of small fuzzy animals, etc. I've spent most of the last 2 weeks going through Josh and Meg's movie collection. Not terribly productive I know, but making me feel better about all the weirdness and stuff lately. I love to watch movies. Always have, always will.

I met Brad, the roomie. He seems cool. I also met Amy. She seems cool too. However I'm not all that sure if her name really is Amy. I still have the place to myself for another week or so.

I suppose this means that I have a week and then I'll have to look up porn with the door closed.

I know a lot of girls named Melissa. I met another one today. She used to live in the room I now occupy. Also she gave me a shelf. I needed a shelf.

I found some evanescence songs I've never heard before. I'm such a sucker for sappy emotional shit. Also I'm sucker for redheads, witty banter, cleavage, light sabers, shiny stuff, magical swords, dragons and cool blogs.

That's me. Hell if I know what I'm talking about. Smegma.

"And this is who I am when,
When I don't know myself anymore
And this is what I choose when
It's all left up to me"