There's Just Something About Crazy People...

How many times have you seen someone foaming at the mouth and thought that they were attractive? It happens to me all of the time...like the one I met over the break. I saw some guy just chillin' on a street corner, just as foamy as could be. It was like he had eaten an entire box of dish soap, with bubbles forming when he attempted to speak, which would then just float off in the cold air. Often times I have had the urge to just pour liquid soap into Matt's mouth to see the froth build up, while he is gagging and choking on the wretched stuff...I guess that is a pretty strange urge, and I don't think that I could ever go through with it, but I have played the scene over and over in my mind.

Sometimes, no, many times I feel that he deserves it for all of that poking. But to tell you the truth, I rather enjoy it, even though I feign the contrary. I just like to try and make him feel guilty for whatever I can. It doesn't seem to work though...Pity. I have come up with a way of getting him back, which really works well, and I get oh so much enjoyment out of it. He is always wearing his sweatshirt, and before he knows what's going on, I pull the hood over his head, and then grab the draw strings and pull with all my might. You should really see him, it's the most entertaining thing since Jello. Speaking of Jello, at Thanksgiving dinner my sister made this really weird Jello with chicken in it. It was a Jello chicken casserole. Sounds odd, but it was quite delicious. As are my fingers...sooo tasty...now I know why babies suck them....

Oh, and the most embarrassing thing happened on Sunday. I was just so happy that Matt was home that I did this elaborate welcome home dance in his apartment before I realized what a bad idea it was. He enjoyed it though, and will probably never let me live it down, since he has asked me to do it again, and I refuse. And get this! Today he even offered to pay me if I danced for him! I was seriously tempted, and was just getting up when his roommate walked in. No way I was going to dance in front of both of them. Have you ever thought about immersing your head in a giant pot of chicken noodle soup? I bet those noodles would get into all sorts of strange places...not to mention the vegetables. Those pieces of celery are particularly nasty to get out of your ears...not that I have done it or anything. Alright. It was for a dare though. A dare that I gave myself. Yes, I have issues, but so do you.

And that is why I have vowed to never lick my toes...what if I ended up liking it? That would just be embarrassing to get caught in public. I guess that I am one of those crazy people that I wrote about...at least I like myself. Alright, enough about me. Have a happy Easter and don't get caught if you do decide to try it...