I used to be asked if I were gay. Not so much anymore. People have come to the conclusion that I'm just demented and on every drug imaginable.
But, that's the thing about me. Depending on the setting and who's present, I'll either be incredibly hyperactive and obnoxious and lively and hold no boundaries or I'll be very shy and anxious. Both are very socially awkward, it's just half of the time I don't give a fuck, and the other half I'm reduced to nerves. It's a complex behavior.
It stems from OCD, mainly. I'm very energetic and humorous, but if things don't go my way, I become melancholy quite quickly.
Last edited by long_lost_corleone; 05/28/07 10:54 PM.
"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."
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