Two-dimensional people. I fucking hate two-dimensional people.
Am I a two-dimensional person? I like to think I’m fairly complex.
Maybe not difficult to figure out, but I like to think that you can’t
stick me into a convenient cubbyhole of generalization.

Hot god damn, peanut chicken is the fucking mad hotness, and I’ve got a tray full of it all to myself.

http://webpages.charter.net/alexrray/crap/narc/unwashed.jpg
I’m not very big on the personal hygiene thing. I should maybe trim my
nostricles (nostrill tentacles [nose hair]) with those little scissors that
are meant for cutting nails.

I like to look at myself in the mirror and talk to myself. Or just
stare at myself. I’m such a crazy narcissist. I’d so clone and marry
myself if it weren’t, a) not technically possible yet, b) unethical,
and c) just plain creepy.