In case you didn't know...

... how weird i am...

I sometimes wish i could use the excuse that it is only "lately" that i feel the throng of eccentricity rage through my blood. But it never works.

A couple of weeks ago, i was drunkenly stummbling down grafton street with a couple of friends. Feeling a bit hungry, i disappeared into Maxwell's Plum. My comrades could then see me through the windows racing like a fat kid on steroids toward the barrel of peanuts. Looking in either direction, i plunged my hands into the vat, filled my mits and raged back in the opposite direction, flooding the street with arms flailing and peanuts falling out of my hands and pockets.

Yesterday, i blasted Wonderwall while smoking a cigarette outside my window, wearing nothing but pajama pants and singing along at the top of my lungs. Passersby eight stories below just looked up in awe, but i continued on nonetheless. Then Phil started yelling at me through the living room window, saying, 'cut that fuckin racket out you piece of shit! don't make me come in there!' It must have been quite the show.

I also routinely get caught singing on the elevator. I feel the elevator is the best place for solo singing, besides the shower and my bedroom window. I eventually trained myself to quit the singing a floor before my stop, but people still seem to hear, as evidenced by the looks on their faces. But nothing was quite as bad as getting caught rapping to myself by a bunch of hoods. Never again... until the next time i''m wasted on the elevator by myself!