Hmm. I just took one of those Jungian-type personality tests. According to this test, I am an ISTP. No, no, not an Illiterate Sociopath with Terrible Periodontis. Honestly. Where do you come up with these things?

No, according to a man named Butt, it means that I possess the following qualities: Introverted, Sensing, Thinking, Perceiving. Right on. And that means what, exactly?

Well, okay. Telling me that I'm like Clint Eastwood and Keith Richards makes me a bit nervous. I noticed that all the people I'm supposedly like are men. Is that because women were purposely omitted, or because I am a man trapped in a woman's body?

I'm supposed to want to be a firefighter and a racecar driver. Dear God. Is this what happens when I neglect to shave my legs for a few weeks?

I'd better break out the razor and the lipstick before my voice drops an octave and I find hair on my chest.

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