1) I love lists. I make them. I cross them out. I find everything is better when bulleted, numbered, and ordered.
2) I have find labeling the most random things as my "favorite" enjoyable. For instance, my favorite gear, 3rd, my favorite part of 495S, the weird white Colonial house in Littleton, my favorite mug is big and yellow and stained from tea, my favorite color of Nalgene is baby blue, my favorite pair of pajamas, my favorite part of every song etc. etc.
3) I feel the need to count down everything in my life. I count steps, I count minutes of each segment of drives, I count miles/gallon, I count hours of sleep, I count things constantly!
4) I love that I drive a standard car even though I actually hate driving it. Somehow it seems so glamorous. Until you are rolling backward and hitting the person behind you, or stalling on a crowded road, or my favorite your foot getting EXHAUSTED in a traffic jam and your head just irritated from going 1st to 2nd and back to 1st
5) I love this song lyric I heard two days ago and can't stop thinking about: I'm losing the feeling of feeling unique. Maybe you have to hear the music along with it. Or maybe it's just awesome to me.
6) Did I mention my mind isn't exactly normal?
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