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2) Each person tagged must put eight random facts about themselves.
3) Tagged folks should write a journal about these facts.
4) At the end of the post tag eight more deviants
5) Go to their page telling them they're tagged.
6) No tagging back for the obvious reasons.
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1)My Mom tells me that when I was little, I crossed the street, removed my diaper and proceeded to defile our neighbor's drive way. That's right, I dropped a dookie. The neighbors of course, took notice and went and got my parents or whoever the heck was SUPPOSED to be watching me. I emphasize that because, well, why the heck was I crossing the street by myself in the first place if I'm still in diapers?!

2)I'm a pessimist, more or less. Probably less (Get it? I'm being pessimistic! Although I'm saying I'm less pessimistic, is that optimistic then? HELP!)

3)I am so ridiculously shy offline that I end up seeming down right rude. I am completely incapable of small talk offline. I'm not saying that I'm a nice guy once you get to know me or anything, in fact pretty damn selfish and I have been known to walk away from people mid conversation due to lack of interest in incredibly ridiculous, dramatic stories that I didn't ask to hear in the first place. So, maybe I'm not shy, maybe I'm just a jerk? Either way, I went through my entire college education without making one friend despite living at school and getting an on campus apartment, that's the kind of person I am.

4)Despite being a jerk, I like ridiculously cute things. I collect the little teddy bear and angel statuettes that they sell at dollar stores. On my 22nd birthday I got a copy of the movie The Last Unicorn (it's actually a really good movie!). I like chubby stars and ponies and fairies. I like kittens and lolcats. Yeah...I'm complex.

5)In 7th grade I, for no real reason, walked across the glass coffee table in the living room. Success. I did it again. Success. I walked across a little faster. Then I got a running start, when I went to hop off however the table shattered and I fell through. Knowing full well I was about to get my ass handed to me by Mom, who was in the kitchen 10 feet away making dinner, I concocted a master plan. I booked it, running upstairs where I would pretend I was no where near the scene of the crime. I know, genius, right? Oh, did I mention the trail of blood that followed me clear as day? Yeah...I couldn't think of a good excuse for my parents not to beat me, especially since I was like 12 or 13 years old when I did that.

6)The last time I went to my parents house ( 2 weeks ago) my Mom randomly asked me if I remembered the time I was screaming so loud outside on the front lawn that a bunch of neighbors were standing outside watching, some of them with their kids who would be my peers. I didn't remember, I must've been little. Oh yeah, I was screaming because my grandma was beating me for some reason or another. My parents and grandparents are from another country where they literally have jungles for backyards and have bugnets over their beds and things. So yeah, they don't f'ck around. They grew up with a lot more the occasional spanking.

7)Depsite the numerous horror stories I have about my family, especially my parents, and despite the grand canyon long emotional distance I have with all of them, I love them a lot. We don't talk that much, I don't think we know how to. But we love each other and we get along, and they have sacrificed a crazy amount for us.

8) I first "experimented" with another boy, my best friend at the time, in grade school. It went on for a couple of years, but something happened. I think he asked someone else to 'experiment' and they got freaked out and told or something. (I was actually a little crushed that he asked someone else) To this day I don't know he told anyone that me and him 'experimented' at all or if his parents found out about me and him but at the time I was so scared that we just never talked again. I tried to say hi a few years later but it was so awkward and...it just didn't work out I guess.

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I'm not tagging anyone because, as mentioned, I don't have any friends to tag. Not that I'm complaining, I kind of like being a grouchy homebody. It's grown on me over the years.

Ani Difranco- The Story [link]