It’s been a long week and I’m finally getting some time to think and do stuff for just me. So I thought I’d indulge you by giving you some more useless info about myself and whatever it is about me that makes me who I possibly might be. Is your head spinning yet? Plus Holly from Menstrual Poetry has tagged me for the My Five Vices meme. I couldn’t resist boring readers with more crap so here it goes.

1.Caffeine Addiction
I’m an addict. No, not a drug addict. That was the first place your mind went, wasn’t it? So, if I don’t have at least two cups of coffee every morning and a glass of Pepsi at least…once an hour, I get insanely cranky. It might not show, but believe me, I’m not happy. I think it’s the one thing holding my sanity in place.

2. I Don’t Share Well
I’ll just say this. I’m very possessive about my baby. *hugs laptop* And I don’t like to share. Especially with a Jeep loving man who pollutes my bookmarks with crap about his interests. Especially since he has his own computer, which is collecting dust in a drawer somewhere.

3. Fingernails Are Yummeh
I’ve always chewed my fingernails. And I never have any, especially when I need them *cough*stickersonthewall*cough*. I used to get in trouble for it too. My mom resorted to putting that “special” nail polish on my hands, but even that didn’t work. I still chewed the bits that had been revealed by flaking. I think it’s a nervous habit mostly. And stress. *nods*

4. Organization Is Key
And on that note, I have to say I have none. I’d show you proof but I don’t want to scare you away. Haha. But the good thing is…I still know where everything is!! Isn’t that the important part?

5. Impulse Buyer!
Yes. My worst trait yet. I see it, I get it, it sits in a corner for five thousand years and never gets used and/or touched. My hubby is slowly treating this illness (yes it’s my own personal illness) and it’s going good. Hopefully it can be broken so I don’t continue to collect crap for the rest of my life.

So, I had to look up what “vices” actually were, how sad is that? But I hope I’ve fullfilled the requirements of it’s definition. These are my bad habits. Love me, hate me, I don’t care. I’m me. And I love it. I’m not gonna tag anyone in particular, mainly because all the people I can think of prolly already were, but if you want to do this on your own site, then I (un)officially tag you! Enjoy.