It's late at night, I don't have too much activity going on right now, and the last time I blogged was some lame whine about not being motivated to write back in August, so I figured I'd dig up some nice earthy confessions, really airate this tough dry, dirt and get messy with you readers. If you're ready to roll in the mud, get your best string bikini on, and dive on into MIKEY'S CONFESSIONS!
I have an EXPRESS card- Not only that, but I have actually used it about 4 times already. Now call me metro if you must, but they have some sharp looking clothes in that place. I have a habit of buying buttoned up collared-y shirts with matching ties. I dunno why, but there's a part of me that would love to dress up really nicely everyday for no reason. I like being a “character.” I wear clothes that let me change my behavior.
I am Touchy-Feely- Is this really a problem? I don't think so… and i'm hoping there are even some ladies out there that agree with me. The truth is however that it makes me feel like a perv sometimes. So say in some unforseeable future, in which I penetrate your social circle like an overeager sperm, I brush up and offend all your ladies, I apologize in advance. If this sort of thing sounds pleasant to you, please contact my cuddle broker, Tom Holding, and get ya some rubuppins.
I make bad Impressions- The first time I meet you, you'll hate me. The second time, you'll start to see what my whole Schtick is about. The third time could be a potenially enjoyable experience of laughter and personal connection. This really affects me more than you. The worst case scenario is you learn a lesson about judging people. The best case scenario for me is I am reminded why I am eternally damned for loneliness by a friend who lets out that they couldn't stand me upon first encounter.
I love Humor TOO MUCH- I'd sacrifice just about anything for a good joke, and frequently do. In fact, most of the time it's not even that good of a joke. I get a laugh from myself, but everyone else is mouth agape at what's going on. Just a few examples of things that have been cut asunder the mighty blade of my sharpened wit: my inhibitions, chances with girls, and the ability to fit in.
I worry too much- about my flaws.