I got a knife, motherfucker, stick 'em up

So this asshole Mark tagged me in one of those long, tagging things that people get tagged in.  Like that game? Tag?  The one with all the tagging?  Well, he's not really an asshole.  He's a pretty cool guy.  In fact, he will be contributing a special guest post this week.  Barring total renal failure or if he finds a pot of gold and becomes a leprechaun or something.  That turned into a pretty weak metaphor real fast.  I dunno, something about Romney or Obama or something to round that shit out.

So, I've decided to go ahead and do the ten "random" facts thing.  Well, five because I'm lazy.  Not truly random facts because I get to choo-choo choose them.  But semantics I guess.

1. I have a no pants, no problem policy.  Meaning, if I am in my 'bedroom,' there is a ninety percent chance I am sans pants.  I like to lounge and be comfortable, and boxers are the height of comfort.  If I had a choice and the body type to support it, i'd probably just rock boxers in public too.  Fuck pants.

2. I am a music snob.  Never, EVER ask my opinion of music unless you are either a) know we share the same tastes, as I will then politely inform you of new bands or b) can take unrelenting criticism of music you like.  Seriously.  I will can and will rip your tastes apart.  Without remorse.  Also, I am banned from picking music directly at parties by my friends.  When drunk, I will usually pick shit so inappropriate for the audience that it kills the mood.  At bars, they cannot stop me.

3. I like canoeing.  It's fun. I use my dad's fairly often, and I hope to buy one for myself.  In fact, I hopefully will be on a canoe trip during the end of may.

4. I cried during a performance of Les Miserables I saw in London when I was in high school.  When Eponine dies.  Fucking sad as hell.  The only time I've ever cried to a movie, play, or anything like that.

5. I had a pet corn snake in high school name Slinky.  He was my bro.  Super docile, I could pick him up and hold him.  I had him for 5 years, he never bit me.  He did escape on two separate occasions, but I found him both times.  He died because of those escape attempts, indirectly.  The tank I had for him was a piece of shit, so we had to strap the lid down so he wouldn't get out.  One day, i woke up and he had his head up by the top, when i opened the top of the tank, he was dead.  He had wedged his head in and it had gotten crushed or something.  Buried him in a park outside of town, next to the lake.

I will refrain from tagging anyone else, because I'm tired from working.  Fuck work.