Surviving Myself

6 words: Laugh loud, dance retardly, don't care – march hiker chik94

Ok, I know, I know, I’m directing you guys to all kinds of sites, introducing you to 6 word memoirs and CleverGirlGoesBlog, and even linking you to Postsecret. But I have an addition to make to that growing list.

His name is Chris. And he is a fabulousamundo poster from Surviving Myself. Now, I know you guys are probably too lazy to just check out that link, so I’m gonna try and put as many teasers here as possible so that you start to read the blog everyday, just to see if he’s written something funny, become obsessed, like me! (Y) {{each teaser is linked to the full blogpost}}

OK then

1. Osama must’ve been one hell of a Hide n’ Seek player as a boy, one of those kids who would hide so well that you’d eventually just give up and go home for dinner

2. I do not like goodbyes, in the “I’m too lazy to say bye” kind of way. Instead of acting like A Normal Person and saying a quick “see you later” to all who are with me, I simply bolt for the nearest exit, disappearing into the night like a crackhead stealing a pair of socks.

3. I like to consider myself The Best Driver In America. I don’t even use my blinkers because I change lanes so swiftly that they are a waste of my time. You’ll be sitting there, still marveling how we “Made amazing time!” when suddenly we’ll be parked perfectly

4. *talking bout wheres wally* Think about what it must be like to be friends with that guy.You’re hanging out, having a good time, you turn your back for a second and the dude is gone. AND he always wears the same damn clothes. What’s he trying to do - be funny?

5. I am an expert Uno player. The best? Perhaps. Better than you? I would bet my first born on it. Come and challenge me if you feel you have the skills, but I must warn you, it will not end well for you.

6. I don’t know if you realize this or not, but there are men out there at this very moment with their shirts tucked into their underwear. I was alerted to this phenomenon this morning when I was getting ready to leave the gym. I looked up from tying my shoes and there was a guy stuffing his shirt into his underwear. I wonder what exactly this person’s life entails that it made him decide that an extra layer of security was absolutely necessary to keep his shirt in line. Maybe this person just gives an inordinate amount of high fives.

7. Well, it’s official. I’m getting dumber. I’ve thought this for awhile, specifically because I can’t seem to do simple division. But now that there has been a study released stating that drinking shrinks your brain, I have all the proof I need.

So go check out awesome Chris’ page. Go on! You know you want to.