- On Thursday nights when "the gang" and I "go fishing" (read: chow down on heaping piles of raw, raw fish) I always immediately thereafter have a nearly uncontrollable desire for soft serve ice cream. Vanilla, of all things. No idea what that's about.
Thursday, April 19
A List of Neurosis? Want Me To Work Your Chopsticks For You, Too?
Though I've been repeatedly tagged by memes asking that I list "strange things" about myself, I figure pretty much everything I post here details some thinly veiled neurosis of mine in one way or another (really, if you think about it, just the fact that I contribute to this blog at all is all kinds of Freudian, which is a nice way of saying "bat shit crazy"). So, yeah, to put it all out there in one neat little bulleted bundle would be like ripping off the band aid as opposed to slowly peeling away the layers of the onion that painstakingly reveal the complete picture. And what fun would that be? Kinda like LOST, but The Others are the voices in my head and my home version of Sawyer doesn't read and farts a lot. Yeah, so I'm not going to do that. Instead, I'll offer you this one little tidbit: