HNT: That's odd. :-/

Oh yes. It's true. I was minding my own business [surfing for prisoner dating sites] and Madmeer tagged my ass. Yup. Right there in the middle of blogland. For everyone to see.

Here's how it all went down:

Madmeer: "I tagged yo ass, DaMasta. Ha!"
DaMasta: "Bitch."
Madmeer: "But you'll do it right?"
DaMasta: "Of course!"

List of Weirdness:
[The instructions are simple. Actually, I don't remember the instructions, so I will make up my own. 1) List weird characteristics about yourself. 2) Done.]

1. I talk with my arms. No.. not with my hands. My a-r-m-s. Benefits chick mentioned the other day that I shouldn't talk so loud because I almost knocked her in the head. And I responded back, oh.. I talk with my hands? And she said, no.. you talk with your arms. So apparently, my arms flail about like a retarded schizophrenic and the louder I get, the bigger the radius of my flail.

2. I'd rather text than talk. I've mentioned in the past that I used over 5,000 text messages a month. Last month, I hit an all-time high at over 8,000 texts in March alone. My cell phone minutes? 146. But luckily I have T-Mobile with unlimited texting and I only pay about $50 a month. Plus I have AIM [Aol Instant Messenger] on my phone for free.

3. I must be a secret agent for the FDA, because I name all my rats after food and/or drugs. Let's see, there's been Juno Burger, Quesa McDilla, and our most recent fatty ratty Chibby Chibberson.

4. I have my own language. I make up words and combine words to make new ones. Ex: tacobelly [what you get if you eat too much Taco Bell], feet pillows [really confortable sandals], ezmailz [ghetto for emails], real estud [a stud in the real estate dept.], Johniffer [a combination of John and Bennifer from the tech support dept, so I can address both of them at once. Bennifer is also a combo word for Ben and his wife Jennifer], tidbits [womanly parts], Paco [my hernia], peekend [the weekend of payday], dorkus [my pet name for you-know-who], beertenders [cute bartenders], etc..

5. If people text me and ask me where I am or what I'm doing, I usually send them a picture message of where I am or what I'm doing. Also, if I'm messing around at home, I'll send my friends stoopid pics of myself. Basically, I'm obsessed with taking pictures of myself. I'll show you what I mean:

*All photos, except the one where my head is in a Captain cut-out cardboard thingy and the one on the beach, were taken by me.