I was a fanatically devout religious fundie homeschooled my entire childhood by professionally religious fundies and now I do pr0n, so I'm pretty sure Freud must be jizzing his coffin right now.
I've only been exposed to the real world for a few years, so I occasionally display a lack of basic life skills like operating at the post office or pronouncing words correctly.
I'm disgustingly optimistic. There is no hate left within me. I love you.
I'm really bad at believing things that aren't scientifically backed or internally consistent, despite my tapestry-heavy interior decorating and penchant for incense.
I really need to define everything, depending on what you mean by "define" and "everything".
I'm very absentminded. I once accidentally melted salad into my bed.
I am libertarian, polyamorous, a hermit, and not a huge fan of whatever modern-day feminism has been up to lately. I look for sources cited in tabloid magazines. I approach shopping for clothes like I do hunting boar. I am attracted to desserts with right angles. I give inaccurate facial responses to emotional situations. I am disturbed by babies.
I spent 10 months out of last year doing medium-to-high doses of acid once a week - about 40 weeks in a row, so my third eye is pretty much gaping and flappy now, having been rawfucked by the fat cock of the universe one too many times.