I like my women like I like my coffee...
Dangerously close to my crotch while driving

I pecked the word "thing" right out of this question.

Me and @MusedAnonymous visited you last night. Threw a party, danced naked around a bonfire, snorted coke off each others supple bodies. The usual. Has anyone ever told you that you're an extremely heavy sleeper? Anyway, I guess Muse forgot to take them with her. Or maybe I did. I think we switched underwear several times during the night but it's honestly kind of a blur.

I make an effort to get as much mud and dog crap on my shoes as possible and then I stomp all over their furniture because I'm a mean spirited person with a deep-seated hatred of clean upholstery.

I alluded to this awhile back when Formspring asked about my concentration. Also this is probably going to squick people so you may want to stop reading. I bit my nails as a kid and when I started taking the medications I'm on now one of their side effects happened to be very high levels of fidgeting. What nail biting + high levels of fidgeting equals out to is something that's technically referred to as "dermatophagia" but what could better be called "constantly biting at both my nails and the skin around them." It's exactly as nasty as it sounds and if you do a Google image search you can get a pretty good idea of how bad it looks. It's left my fingers with a never-vanishing array of cuts, tears and small scabs and has made my nails very noticeably shorter than other people's. I'm also not 100% certain but I think the more or less constant amount of bleeding has left the tips of my fingers permanently discolored and flushed red. I do it completely subconsciously, especially while I'm concentrating hard on something (doing it right now as I type FUCK!). I'm rather self-conscious about it so when I catch myself doing it in public I almost always feel disgusting and worry about others seeing me do it. It seems as though most people don't notice my fingers unless they actually see me doing it so that's a small blessing. Thankfully I've begun to realize that it's mostly an oral fixation and I've recently begun to carry around a small tin of toothpicks to chomp on constantly in order to curb my tendency towards it which seems to mostly work. Though I now have people asking why I have the toothpicks. I just tell them the half truth that I'm an ex-smoker.

Oh and I guess I occasionally pick my nose when it's really stuffed up and I can't find a tissue. I hate the feeling of a stuffed up nose and I'll do pretty much anything to get rid of it.

"“Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from - it’s where you take them to.”
― Jim Jarmusch"
@Musedanonymous
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Out Damned spot! Out I say! No matter how much I clean it's still there. IT'S STILL THERE! I've tried everything. Brushes, soap, alcohol, lye, bleach. Bleach, ohhhh bleach worked for a while. It was clean for the shortest time, yes, and all was good. But then it came back! No matter how hard I scrub, no matter how much my hands blister and bleed it never never never never never never never never STAYS AWAY! No, no I need something stronger than mere gels or soaps. I need Fire! Let the cleansing light of the torch purify its disgusting presence, so that it may never stain this world again!

Dox them, hunt them down IRL, stand outside their window screaming "WHY DON'T YOU LIKE ME?!"

Halloween, you get to dress up in costumes and scare small children without either being considered creepy.

An interesting question. Science is, in my opinion, the greatest human endeavor. We evolved the capacity to think and it was that capacity that let us rise above every other animal on Earth. In my atheist mind humanity's greatest purpose is to increase its own knowledge base. To learn of the miraculous processes that drive the eternal engine of universe, to study the intricate mechanism that is life itself. Whether it be about the bottom of the ocean, the functions of the tiniest cell or the mysteries of the cosmos, it is all worthwhile. Speaking of which, I was reading a book recently, a collection of rants by a scholar about the declining state of America overall. While I agreed with many of his point he at one point wrote at length about the uselessness of the space program. How it was a drain on America's budget, a pointless novelty. I scoffed and could barely continue reading at that point. It doesn't matter how expensive it is, we will eventually move from Earth and every step forward no matter how small is of a value indescribeable. Cost is no object when it comes to learning about the world around us and anyone who would dare say otherwise is a fool.

But art? Art is the fuel that drives humanity forward. For every innovation that science brings, art brings forth inspiration. inspiration to achieve, to create, to marvel not just at our world but at the worlds we ourselves have created. Would Leonardo have taken to inventing later in life if he hadn't taken to studying the world through the lense that his education as a painter afixed over his eyes? Would Francis Crick have finally mastered his theories on the shape of human DNA if his world wasn't altered, clarified by his experimentation with LSD's effect on his mind? Of course not. I've always been fascinated by the sciences and the world we inhabit but none of that would have come about if it weren't for my exposure to the arts. I became interested in anatomy after my mom took me to the Cleveland art meuseum when I was young, renaissance paintings inspiring me to look at the human body in a way I never had before. My love of reading gave rise to my passion for psychology, the desire to understand character's motivations and thought processes leading to me studying the human mind to see how the would be understood in the real world. The creativity of one person can inspire a person in a way no amount of analysis or discoveries ever could.
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Not as much as you'd expect. Brief-but-sharp stabbing pain followed by dull throbbing followed by a sensation of warm wetness. That was, of course, my blood. Over all it wasn't the "rolling on the floor screaming in agony" kind of pain you'd expect. Now when my crazy ex stabbed me THAT was "Rolling on the blahblahblah" kind of pain.

Battlefields. Also a great place to get jewelery, bloody uniforms, wallets and scalps.

I'd be a derivative of cocaine and the only way I could be ingested would be by injecting it directly into your eyeball because that's the same sort of feeling people get whenever they look at my awesome good looks.

Blackbird

One of my dogs hasn't quite mastered the whole "pawing at the door so we let her in" thing. So she headbutts it. Repeatedly. It's hard not to laugh when you hear *THUNK* Whine~ *THUNK* whine~ *THUNK*

I love playing fighting video games but I am really, truly godawful at them. As much as I play them, as much as I toil away, I will still lose damn near every match I play whilst my fingers rattle away at the control like it's the crotch of a lover and I, a clueless virgin who doesn't quite know what to do with his hands.