lacey.

My mind ain't so open that anything could crawl right in.
For someone with such little faith in people, my empathy for them is staggering.
If you're a fan of incongruity, you'll appreciate the fact that I work at a tanning salon.
I have political and religious debates with my exterminator.
You can do everything faster without a cigarette in one hand, which is typically why I'm so slow.
People often tell me I'm too angry. They might be right.
I think too much (if that's possible), and I overanalyze everything. Someone once asked me how I was able to sleep at night.
I frown on superficiality and materialism, and by "materialism", I don't mean the desire to have many nice, expensive things, but the inability to be happy without them.
Contrary to my so-called "photogenicity", I'm not a pretty face. And as significant as I may be fooled into finding it at times, I don't regret it.
Yes, it's true. I can fool you into thinking non-existent words actually exist.
I'm always rambling about God, Jeffrey Dahmer or zombies. ALWAYS.
I don't have an inside voice - only tired, loud and louder.
I play Oblivion too much.
Subordination is not one of my strong points.
I know a lot - enough to know that I don't know everything. But that still doesn't stop me from thinking I do.
I make a fool out of myself at least once a day, because I'm inarticulate and incapable of communicating how I feel with most people. I will never be who I type in this box, because that person can't possibly leave my head.
When it comes down to it, I may be a walking contradiction, but given the human condition, I think I'm doing rather well.
"In years, human beings will be the size of gerbils, and they'll have one thought a year - in December - to think about what they want for Christmas."