For the record, I have no quirks. I am completely quirkless. And before any of you try to argue that, "Nuh uh, you do
too have quirks! I've seen em," please take into account that the quirks in question are those of the person for whom I am an alter ego. He's a quirked-up mess.
That's one of the benefits of being an alter ego. You get to decide exactly who or what you want to be. You get to embrace the people you like and rebuke those you don't. It's an amazing little way to live life. It's really quite cool. Plus, as an alter ego, you get to do all kinds of things that normal people can only dream of doing.
For example, some of you may be wondering why I haven't posted in over a month. The truth of the matter is that I've been out pillaging, and loving it so much that posting hasn't seemed very exciting. Then again, not too many things are as exciting as pillaging. In this day and age, pillaging has become somewhat of an elite form or recreation. I mean, who really gets to pillage anymore? Not normal people, that's for sure. Maybe maniacs and heathens will pillage on occasion, but the rest of the sane world usually stops them before they get too far. No way could they ever enjoy a solid month of unrestricted plunder. (I have
not, mind you, been doing any raping, because that's just wrong even if you
are a made-up person. The Rules does not endorse raping of any kind.)
So you see, if you're looking for quirks, you won't find any here, so
go find them on other people's blogs (although, given my limited readership, you probably already have). And don't worry, I haven't given up posting. In fact, I've got a few super special posts in the works. So sit tight and stay tuned, because The Rules rules. Yes.
While I'm working, I've got my whole music collection on shuffle, so it's like audio schizophrenia all day long. I love it. Today, the first song that came up was "Pour Some Sugar On Me" by Def Leppard, and I was instantly hit with memories of elementary-school summer days spent at the skating rink, trying to skate backwards to the beat of a one-armed drummer.
