tourette's-y

i've progressively gotten worse about checking out the hot gay interactive guy at work. i've now gotten to the point that whenever he passes by, and i check him out, i bow my head to the left and yell at myself in a whisper "stop fucking doing that! fucker!"

yeah. luckily, i don't think anyone has noticed my tourette's-y behavior.

lately, i've also been growling under my breath everytime hot call center guy passes by my cube. sometimes i even paw (not visibly to others, though; that would just be creepy, so instead i paw under my desk, which for some reasons seems less creepy to me).

man, i'm a pathetic schmoe. meshuga, even.

oh yeah, and lately, when i'm cold, i say to myself "aaron burr". boy, am i lame.