bad habits

I started a nasty habit lately. I think it's because it's allergy season, and my nose feels all stuffed up. I started picking my nose. That part is boring. The exciting part is that I do it with a kleenex over my finger, much in the style of a grizzled geriatric at the dinner table. I even did it at work today, like an hour ago -- in the privacy of my cubicle, mind you. I once thought this was a pointless thing to do: why not just use a plain finger and stop trying to hide the fact that you ARE picking your nose. Stop trying to act like you don't want to touch your boogers. But now, being an Adult who works in an Office, I totally understand this method. The hidability factor is on par with the effectiveness: it really does work better than just a finger. The tissue gives it that extra texture, so the snot can latch onto the little fibers. It's so satisfying to catch and pull them out, in the way that I imagine fishing, or drive-by-shooting to be (but without any of the guilt!). The only problem is for some reason it can make your boogers bloody. But, still, I feel like such an adult for going about it in such a clean manner.

I still don't understand the twist the kleenex into a straw and use that to dig in your nose method. It seems quite ineffective and I'd rather use a Slurpie spoon straw from 7-11.

Monday monday bo bunday Dear god I am bored.

Yesterday was pretty fun for a Sunday. I had a lot of sex, ate Thai food AND pizza, slept a lot, found out who the Carver was on Nip/Tuck, and made Mark retell the story of meeting Eminem (before he was famous).

Another one of my bad habits is making people retell stories and I laugh just about as hard as the first time I heard it. This was the third time for the Eminem story, a story that never ceases to be hilarious even though it is actually two sentences long and all of my questions are answered with I-don't-remembers. It's very amusing to picture an unfamous, ego-less, pre-wife bashing Eminem walking up to Mark and his friends and talking to them casually in that obnoxious voice he has. They were at some sort of festival, and Eminem had won a rapping contest. Mark and his friends were graffiti-ing and Eminem complimented their "crew". I never saw 8 Mile, so I don't know what a pre-famous Eminem was like (or what he wants us to think he was like) but it's nice to picture him as just some regular dude in baggy clothes, approaching a group of strangers he thought was cool, allowing some kind of softer, insecure side to show. Did people ever laugh at his voice, and then when he got famous was he all, "Who's laughing now?", or does he not talk like that in regular day to day life? Mark says he thinks he kind of talked like that. And I of course made sure to ask the obvious question: whether or not he introduced himself like "My name is...my name is...my name is Slim SHADY" He did not, because that song was not made yet Mark said.