Currently ravenous. Hunger has surpassed the corporeal. My newest addiction is far harder to classify, because it is classification itself.
This desire to squoosh things into Thoughtsicles is starting to melt into everything I do. I've become a Labeler.
Stickers and tags ain't got shit on me.
Labeling has always been a thing for me, but I just recently gave it a name, so now it's labeled and filed under "Labels" along with anything else I have ever named.
If you've known me for years, you know this. It's like my mind is one huge fucking filing cabinet, and every stray thought is immediately metaphorically indexed and cross-referenced and highlighted and filed. Like how, for example, jerks are filed under Jack Links, as well as beef jerky, road trips, Savannah, cougars, mountain lions, summer houses, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, tranny legs, purple Gatorade and haircuts.
Then if we're to choose "tranny legs" from that list, at random: haircuts (again), things that cost $100, decorating, yellow paint, large boxes, mismatched shoes, a mattress, the Misfits, bad painters, big tits, the Good Land, mexican restaurants, rugburn, and parties I wasn't invited to.
I could really keep going, but I'll spare you, because then I'll miss Heroes tonight, and it's not for another three hours.
The reason I'm mentioning this at all, is because I've recently opened that file of "personality tests" and so now I'm all retarded and curious.
I'm giving out homework, to anyone who's willing.
If I know you for Reals, then you've already taken the quiz, because I'm sure I've shoved The Animal Book in your face once or several hundred times.
So if I only know you via the internets, then I have a request:
Visit The Animal In You.
Scroll down a little. Then take the test.
Because I have to know. I need to know your animal personality. It's how I relate to you.
You have no idea how retarded I am.
You must be Labeled and filed away so my associative memory can properly evolve out of its current tangled web of indecision and confusion. Please. Pretty, pretty please. Thank you so very much.