Sometimes i feel like i have to buy something regardless of whether i will like it or not. I always by at least one t-shirt when UnionBay releases a new line. I buy every Garbage single that is released. I buy the songbooks to every album i enjoy, whether i actually want to play the songs or not. This habit falls somewhere inbetween my “obsessive-compulsive” and “completist” traits. For further confirmation, please inquire after my well organized comic book collection or my unreleased mp3 file hierarchy.
There’s a quarter in my toilet. Don’t ask me how it got in there, but now every time i flush i can hear it dance across the underwater porcelain and come to a rest just barely out of site. It’s annoying the hell out of me, but there’s no way i’m reaching into the toilet up to my elbow to retrieve a stupid quarter. I’ll work up a system with pulleys and magnets before i do that…
I put myself through such hell to get useless things done that it’s quite sick. My to-do list is as accurate of an example as i could possibly provide. For the staff page update i reread all of shafted, just to harvest the eight digit numbers of everyone’s best posts. Of course, now i have to find a way to seamlessly add a “best of” link to each staff listing. Meanwhile, my list of favourite songs involves not a lot of easy listening but plenty of addition, giving numerical value to things that don’t need it, and severely wasting my time. Of course, nearly everything on my to-do list qualifies as a time waste, since none of them actually effect my life (except for when i go to sleep). Obviously, i devote all of my free time to constructing massive wastes of time. And proud of it.