I've got pockets full of Kleenex and lint and holes where everything important to me just seems to fall right down my leg and onto the floor. My closest friend linoleum, linoleum supports my head, gives me something to believe. (SM>NOFX)
My name is Tom, and I'm a chronic dork.
Making snap decisions
Forgetting to reply to messages
I used to play a mean sax, but not actually owning one put a damper on that.
Also the beard. Yes, you can touch it. No, you can't braid it.
2. My friends.
3. My family.
4. Limbs/appendages/body parts in general. I could probably stand losing a toe, a finger would make me lose my grip on things, an arm would probably be all right until it's all that's left, and I don't have any puns for losing legs or eyes or ears because it just hurts to think about.
Everything else I could eventually cope with losing in the correct circumstances. The loss of any of those three things would irreversibly damage my happiness.
Also whatever song happens to be stuck in my head.
For best results, message me in the morning.