Debbie Does Drivel

I really should not have just turned 33.
I am not meant to be 33.

Evidence:

--I cried at Harry Potter, and generally consider it to be the best thing I've every seen.
(33-year-old observation: it has perfect mythological story structure. Humble hero with sad past goes on a "quest" with trusted friends and conquers evil).

--Whenever Kevin walks in front of me, I stick my keys, pencil, finger up his butt crack and laugh uncontrollably.

--I peak at my Christmas presents.

--I pick my zits.

--I pretend I'm a ballerina.

--I play with my food.

--I say to Kevin: "Hi Poopie, poopie, poopie, poopie, poopie, poopie, poopie, poopie, poopie, poopie, Buddy Bear!"

There's more...but now, I'm kinda getting embarrassed.
Seeing it in print and all...
so me and my Harry Potter mousepad are signing off...