-I forget my hand is in my pants after I scratch my scrotum. -I lick people when they touch me at times when I'd rather not be touched. -I might lick them anyway. -I frequently get into casual talks of cannibalism with the cooks at work. -I lean on strangers at the bus stop. -I might try to lick them. -I've danced in the Wal-Mart parking lot with road flares. -I've done the same at K-Mart and got banned from the premises. -During the summer, I walk around shirtless and tell kids not to play with fire. -I'm generally playing with a lighter when I do. -Edit- Oh, and. -When I was little, I wet the bed out of sheer laziness. -I told a bunch of family members I died so they'd stop bothering me. -I speak with a Kenyan accent whenever my housemate's family visits. -Some of my neighbours think I'm a murderer. -I'm totally okay with that. -I walk backwards to work sometimes. -Whenever my housemate invites someone over for the first time, without telling me, I walk around naked. -I hang out on my roof for hours at a time. -I "kidnap" my friend's daughter every time we hang out. -I hate hats for no apparent reason. -I firmly believe hipsters should be fixed. -I don't mean repaired. -I like to hang out at the playground at the elementary school I went to. -I wear shoes when I walk on the beach. -I eat pancakes by the pound and yet I only weigh 137lbs. -I like my job. There's more, but f[b]u[/b]ck it.