Here's mine:
Title: "I yam what I yam"
I think farting is funny.
When an old AC/DC song comes on the radio, I turn the volume to the max even though it makes the speakers crap out. I sing along too - "..AIN'T IT A SHAME, TO BE SHOT DOWN IN FLA-A-AMES..." I sing along to the radio a lot.
I love children but no how no way would I ever consider having one of my own.
I watch football and yell and cheer and even jump up and down sometimes even though I'm alone in my own living room.
I get really depressed and think of suicide sometimes.
I spent ten years in a religious cult.
I live in constant expectation of a catastrophic and utterly complete societal breakdown. For this reason, I don't really have strong goals or high expectations.
I'm kind of small and of slight build. A buck thirty-five, give or take.
My car is a 1992 Toyota Paseo, slightly rusty.
I read a lot but I forget everything I read almost as soon as I'm done reading it. I'm probably ADD.
I really don't have any guy friends. Generally speaking I don't fit in with the guys because I'm kind of awkward and overly sensitive.
My house is usually somewhere between slightly cluttered and downright disgusting.
I have a paranoid streak.
It's funny, my stepmom acts like I should have women beating a path to my door. YEAH RIGHT