Oddsocks, 37

Well what do you know it's that lovely time of year again when spring flowers start to bloom, spring chickens start to hatch, and springy hippies start throwing screaming chickens at you in some misguided attempt to make you stop eating meat.

Yep, spring sucks. Everyone gets nasty allergies and colds, then aligns their sneezes precisely in whatever direction you happen to be going in. Not to mention
ALL your friends get coupled up and leave you suffering with Third Wheelitis, a dreadful disease whose symptoms include:

1.) inability to keep food down while watching your friends snuggle and nibble each other's ears.
2.) YOUR OWN ears physically detach themselves from your head, pack their bags, and move to East Guatemala in hopes of escaping endless conversations about how AWESOME their boyfriend, Edward H. Perfect is.
3.) Convulsions, shock, horror, and near death experiences when your best friend starts picking out skanky wedding dresses, presumably to wed Edward H. Perfect in.
-Unstoppable vomiting when the aforementioned friend tries to hook you up with Edward H. Perfect's very short, very fat, and very mexican cousin named Eduardo H. Perfecto.

So am I here because I'm awfully jealous and want someone to love and hold and call "my one and only poopsiecake"? BARF! NO! I'm here for s---s and giggles and maybe to make a new friend or two. We'll get along great if you like waffles, art, mythology, big felt hats, books that warp your mind, jam, albino squirrels, urban exploration, dead philosophers, sarcasm and the smell of rain.

We will NOT get along if you love anime, anime ----, anime shrimp, anime ANYTHING.

Other than that I'm not very picky. Send me a message if you're a fellow sufferer of Third Wheelitis. We can totally complain about it together like crusty old ladies complain about their bad kneecaps. And if you have bad kneecaps we can complain about that also.