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When no one's around, I lick the plate.

When I was little and crawled into my parents' bed because I couldn't sleep, I used to feel guilty.

Yes, I was messed-up even then.

You remember that exercise in Math class where you had to find the area of a compound shape by finding the area of the various shapes it was made of and adding them together?

At some point, I started to figure out the total height and width, and then working out the area of the space in that box not occupied by the shape, and subtracting the latter from the former. And I'd show my work too. As far as I know, I never lost points for it. I'm not sure if the teachers found it correct, or they just glanced at the working-out to see it was there.

It was my way of being rebellious.

_{Unlike most art majors, I'm pretty good at math.}

I just realized that since coming to the UK, my diet has consisted largely of Spam.

I'm starting to realize that I'm actually less screwed-up than I thought.

I just had a brunch of oatmeal, with vanilla flavor, sugar, and some nutmeg.

And a side of frankfurter.

I did not realize Vanessa Carlton's "White Houses" mentioned losing the singer's virginity.

I spent a certain amount of my family's time in Miami a few weeks ago looking out for Burn Notice filming locations.

One, FYI.

I once thought it would be a good idea to randomly roleplay River Tam on an entirely unrelated forum.

I think Gnarls Barkley's "Crazy" might have been involved.

I was entirely sober.

Recent events have caused in me, for what I'm fairly certain is the first time in my life, the desire to punch a car.