When I'm in a shitty mood I usually make some kind of dessert and pass it out to friends and coworkers, just to snap out of it. Fudge, cookies, brownies, etc. I made something the other day similar to a peanut butter Twix. They were awesome.
I am horrible at selling myself. Also at dancing. In my defense, I _am_ a white guy, and there's a reason that stereotype exists. I'm also awful at telling if a woman is flirting or just being friendly - it's why I like one who's direct. Seriously. Don't make me guess.
I'm a better listener than talker, and I have to fight the urge to try and fix the problems people are just looking to vent about. I've also been referred to as a vault, because I don't repeat the things I've been told. I'm like a therapist, but with less training, and lower hourly rates.
More often than I care to admit I try to say two similar words at the same time, creating something that is not, technically speaking, English.
I'm as comfortable holding a 6-week old baby as I am running around with my 3-4 year olds at work. Kids are a huge part of my life, but I'm not looking to have them this instant.
I can bullseye the snooze button without turning my head, or opening my eyes. I am often 5 minutes late to work. There may be a connection between these two facts. I'm not convinced yet.
I don't wear skinny jeans. Let's face it, they look ridiculous.
Also, I'm probably going to pet your dog.