On impulses.

[les_o_lie]

Everyone has tics, habits, and little quirks that makes them who they are. One of my stranger...idiosyncricies...is that I put things on my head. Best examples come from work: I find a ribbon, flower or other small object, it almost invariably ends up in my pony tail, behind my ear, or sometimes tucked in one side of my glasses. I find a wreath that is entertaining or distinct, half of a broken bamboo pot, a clay pot, any number of the strange candle holders [some of which look as though they should be, in fact, crowns--no, not my mispronunciation of crayons], or stitchery hoops, they go on my head. But, as I sit here now, at home, I have a distinct impuls to put something different/new on my head. I look at Crab's cage, currently dismantled, and think...hm. I should put the top half on my head and sing that Nelly Furtado song "I'm like a bird, I want to fly away."

But I don't. Because that would be weird.

And it's probably dirty.