We are both self-described weirdos. I am fairly certain that those who've known me for awhile (or those who have read this blog for at least a month) would readily describe me as weird or, at the very least quirky, if that other word leaves a sour taste in their mouth. Let's look at the evidence, shall we? Exhibit A: I write a semi-daily blog documenting all the reasons Jason Segel should befriend me. Exhibit B: Sometimes in bookstores I grab paperbacks off the shelves, open them at random and take a deep whiff. What else? Well, when I roll down the front windows of my car they need to be at the same height, preferably making a 45 degree angle where the glass meets the frame. If anyone ever proposes marriage to me I would much rather see a cherry Ring-Pop in the velvet box that a traditional diamond band. I full-on rock out when the Partridge Family's "I Think I Love You" comes on the radio. Um, you get the picture. As far back as my memory goes I have identified as a weirdo, someone who at first stood just outside the herd, terrified someone deemed normal would notice my quirks, but who now proudly maintains a safe distance from the herd so no one will mistake me for a member. Over the years I have been fortunate enough to locate other odd ducks (must be a special radar system or something) who appreciate my offbeat sense of humor and idiosyncracies (my alarm clock setting must end in a 5, gosh darn it!). Jason, in many an interview you have proudly discussed your membership in this same tribe of freaks, which only reinforces my belief that we'll be like two peas in a pod once we finally spend some quality time together (btw, what's taking so long?). Anyone who wore a Superman cape under his clothes until he was twelve, slaved away on a puppet musical about Dracula for five years, and became a minister so he could officiate at the wedding of complete strangers is pretty odd in most people's books. I, however, think you are all the more interesting because of your weirdness and I can't wait to find out what other bizarre traits you have up your sleeve.Wednesday, July 7, 2010
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We are both self-described weirdos. I am fairly certain that those who've known me for awhile (or those who have read this blog for at least a month) would readily describe me as weird or, at the very least quirky, if that other word leaves a sour taste in their mouth. Let's look at the evidence, shall we? Exhibit A: I write a semi-daily blog documenting all the reasons Jason Segel should befriend me. Exhibit B: Sometimes in bookstores I grab paperbacks off the shelves, open them at random and take a deep whiff. What else? Well, when I roll down the front windows of my car they need to be at the same height, preferably making a 45 degree angle where the glass meets the frame. If anyone ever proposes marriage to me I would much rather see a cherry Ring-Pop in the velvet box that a traditional diamond band. I full-on rock out when the Partridge Family's "I Think I Love You" comes on the radio. Um, you get the picture. As far back as my memory goes I have identified as a weirdo, someone who at first stood just outside the herd, terrified someone deemed normal would notice my quirks, but who now proudly maintains a safe distance from the herd so no one will mistake me for a member. Over the years I have been fortunate enough to locate other odd ducks (must be a special radar system or something) who appreciate my offbeat sense of humor and idiosyncracies (my alarm clock setting must end in a 5, gosh darn it!). Jason, in many an interview you have proudly discussed your membership in this same tribe of freaks, which only reinforces my belief that we'll be like two peas in a pod once we finally spend some quality time together (btw, what's taking so long?). Anyone who wore a Superman cape under his clothes until he was twelve, slaved away on a puppet musical about Dracula for five years, and became a minister so he could officiate at the wedding of complete strangers is pretty odd in most people's books. I, however, think you are all the more interesting because of your weirdness and I can't wait to find out what other bizarre traits you have up your sleeve.
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My own personal brand of weird-ness... I'm a germ-freak about certain things, and yet I work a semi-low paying job that requires me to scrub penguin poop off of rockwork every morning. And that's an easy start to the day, if that's all I have to do involving penguin poop.
ReplyDeleteI don't remember you being a germ-phobe in college...although I do remember you be totally grossed out by our kitchen. I can't believe some of our roommates would let dishes mold instead of cleaning them. Yeah, our houses were pretty vile, now that I think about it. Makes penguin poop seem minor by comparison.
ReplyDeleteI am weird-o, in too many ways to list, and proud of it :)
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