i have a really big problem with

people who make it a point to sing out loud or like mouth the words to the song they're listening to on their personal music listening device whilst waltzing through the street that i just so happen to be standing on.
its like. by all means, make it so that those around you think you're a schizoid (schizo's are fucking sexy)
on the complete opposite side if the previous mention is.
people in my conference group who write the words "Armenia for Life" on their pencil case in white-out.
This girl in my conf group last semester had exactly that and i swear to god, i was about to tap her on the shoulder and ask her hand in marriage. (i have the words "French Polynesia for life" written on my chest in cheese spray)
I have this thing where i need to convince as many strangers that i'm mentally unstable. it's like my own personal olympics (if i were actually an olympic athlete. hands down. pole vault ice dancing rhythmic gymnast. yes i google'd the word "pole vaulting" because the fact that i havn't capitalized a word ever would imply that i care about how i spell the god damn words i write)
I get off on people thinking i'm a sociopath.
especially when they kinda can't get out of the situation because you're in the line for a unisex bathroom or something.
i told someone i'm my neighborhood's villainess. i told them that i go on the roofs (or is it rooves? reeves. CHRISTOPHER REEVES.) of houses with a sniper and shoot random people.
I told him that i wear a red beret. it's my trademark
they call me the red beret bandit.
his response was "you're cute and entertaining"
and i was like NO YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO THINK I'M CRAZY!
then i peed.
on the floor in front of him
(JOKE! it was my turn for the b-room.)
and then i walked away.
it was good (my pee that is.)
it wasnt yellow if i remember correctly. so that means i was healthy at the time and not dehydrated.
yup. healthy enough to walk out of that boshroom and find my next victim
*insert the song raspberry beret by prince here*

ps. i also asked him if he liked my outfit. then i told him i picked it out of a garbage can. the end.