If all goes well, I can then die with the satisfaction of knowing that I am going to make some poor med student shit himself during his or her anatomy class. :)
Plotting nefarious machinations.
Making people chortle.
I'd love to go on about myself all day, but my nap time approaches. Plus, I think there are positives in remaining mysterious. When you go on a date with someone and you already know nearly everything there is to know about them, what is there to really talk about? Hopefully, it will cut down on the chances of a date becoming an "interview," where one just sort of interrogates the other with a question such a: "so, it says here on page 2 that you like the 'night life,' and specifically that you like to 'boogie.' Would you mind elaborating on that?"
My cellphone/watch/alarm clock/daily planner/mp3 player/boombox. The thing beeps and tells me what to do. I'd be lost without it.
My laptop, "Debbie."
My brain stem.
My circulatory system.
However, since "society" seems to frown on my sleeping patterns, I'm often forced to stir up good times with my "friends." Until they're distracted, that is; then I make my escape.
They told me they would call me - they didn't. Assholes...
P.S. I've killed before.
P.P.S. I plan on killing again.
Also, girls that burp... loudly.