I'm dragging myself out of my DeviantArt grave, (In a frighteningly zombie-like fashion. ...Seriously though, if I turn zombie and join the shambling masses, shoot me in the head. No hesitation.) after over a year of no journal updates.

And the prompt to this is, sadly, a tag. By Maree and Jack. Curse them!

So.
[I tell you 6 things that are weird about me
then if i tag you, you do the same
and so forth and so on!]

I. [I have an intense and unreasoning hatred of stairs.]
Really. It's ridiculous.

II. [When I was a tot, a dog attempted to bite my face off.]
Mhm. Barely missed my eye, too. Apparently the sitter was distracted and turned back to see my face oozing blood.

III. [I have a pretty severe older man fetish.]
Did anyone but me think of the Scrubs episode where Elliot compares an older patient to Brad Pitt who'd been left in the sun forever? ... Maybe it's just me.

IV. [I, with very few exceptions, hate people.]
Especially Americans. A bit of self-loathing going on there.

And in direct contradiction to point IV.
V. [I love everyone.]
My logic and compassion are forces to be reckoned with. Recently, I've been governed almost solely with my logic. Which has earned me some fear from being so cold-hearted. The best outcome is when I meld the two, as would be expected.
... -whipcrack-

VI. [I collected rocks as a kid.]
Buckets of them. Buckets on buckets. To go with my Rocks and Minerals guidebook and my rock tumbler. I kid you not. though maybe I should change it to 'I collect rocks.' Because I found some awesome geodes along the lake. Sparkley, sparkley.

Go go go!