Critical, ironic meme participation is the best kind of meme participation — but also proof that I use humor to mask my lack of any real personality.
Never in my life have I been able to invent a previously unknown color.
The one person who can drive me nuts is aided by a dossier listing my various insanity triggers, I’d imagine.
High school was the setting of the popular NBC sitcom Saved by the Bell.
When I’m nervous my body is experiencing a psychological and physiological state whose cognitive, somatic, emotional and behavioral components work together to create a sense of apprehension and fear.
The last song I listened to was played at a low volume if it contained swears.
If I were to get married right now my best man/maid of honor probably someone who I felt would be physically able to participate in the wedding ceremony.
My hair is a vestige of my primitive ancestry.
When I was five not a legal voter.
Last Christmas marked the death of American singer-songwriter Vic Chestnutt.
I should be able to touch my elbows together. And I am.
When I look down I see snakes, if they’re down there, but I’m also opening my front to attacks.
The happiest recent event was complemented by endorphins.
If I were a character on Friends I’d be unlikely to be given as much screen time as the main castmembers.
By this time next year a baby that hasn’t even been conceived yet could be born!
My current gripe is a manifestation of deeper emotional issues, most likely.
I have a hard time understanding Hindi.
There’s this girl I know who began menstruating at puberty.
If I won an award, the first person I would tell would be confused as to why I had been assigned a ward until I clarified the miscommunication.
Take my advice when I express it to you through song.
The thing I want to buy is a warehouse full of food, since I’m apparently only being allowed a single purchase.
If you visited the place I was born you’d likely need to obtain a visitor’s pass from hospital staff first.
I plan to visit with neighbors and coworkers in order to earn their friendship and trust.
If you spent the night at my house I would prefer that I knew who you were.
I’d stop my wedding if I spontaneously combusted.
The world could do without the dodo bird, clearly.
I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than lick the bellies of two cockroaches.
The most recent thing I’ve bought myself was done so with a form of currency.
The most recent thing someone else bought me could have actually been stolen, for all I know.
My favorite blonde is freshly shampooed.
My favorite brunette is cut into a kicky summer ’do.
My favorite redhead is a specific red-colored, pigtailed Lego woman’s snap-on head adornment.
My middle name is nice.
In the morning I note the current time with “a.m.” (ante meridiem) instead of “p.m.” (post meridiem).
The animals I would like to see flying besides birds are either insects or powered by jetpacks.
Once, at a bar I was required to show my driver’s license upon entry.
Last night I was suntanning poorly.
There’s this guy I know who eats food and drives a car.
If I was an animal I’d be bad at drawing.
A better name for me would be given to me retroactively by my parents.
Tomorrow I am unlikely to be deported.
Tonight I am unlikely to worry about being deported.
My birthday is annual.
(Meme via someone else via someone else in accordance with how memes work.)