You Bastard...

I got tagged.

So Apparently seven random things need to happen.  Random?  No.  The human mind cannot conceive random.  I'll go with arbitrary.

1.  I'm a pagan.  Not a Wiccan, mind, but a mainly Eurocentric pantheist worshipper of a thousand old gods.  This means I celebrate new year's eve on what most people call Halloween.  I like to be different, but in a fit of self-destructive hypocrisy, I make resolutions I can't (or just don't) keep.  The effect on my morale is, of course, disastrous.

2.  The more obscure a band, the better.  I don't mean to say "I like indie rawk."  I mean to say I own albums only 30 people ever bought.  (Bill Mumy's Into the Current, Pale Divine's Straight to Goodbye.)  For some reason, popular recognition mauls my sense of self-respect.  I know, I know, I'm an elitist.

3.  I cannot spell necessary properly. 

4.  I do not like to shower.  It's not that I think stinkiness is attractive or anything, I just prefer a steaming hot bath.  The hot water seeps into my bones that way, and sinking into the tub always makes me sigh with relief. 

5.  My left foot is graced with a tiny birthmark, between my pinkie toe and its big brother.  It is round and brown and makes me happy when noticed by a woman.

6.  The contract suit over the upcoming Watchmen film infuriates me to no end.  I just want to see the movie.  Probably more than I want to breathe tomorrow.

7.  I hate that I was told life gets easier when I was a teenager.  The big "they" lied to me.  It does not get easier.  It doesn't seem to get any harder either.  Those who attended high school with me know how hard it was, and I certainly hope it got easier for them.  In fact, rather than easier or harder, life has simply grown more complicated.  I sometimes think there are ways to simplify things, but it just isn't so.  Moving is an option, but where would I go?  What would I do there, and with whom?  I feel like my heart is an archive, and every day another cross-reference is piled into the files.  I can't watch Stargate.  I haven't seen Star Wars Episode III, Meatloaf (the singer) makes me sick.  Tequila is hell.  There is no life without pain and every joy is bittersweet.  This is who I have become.  But I wouldn't have it any other way.