Running around the apartment making airplane noises and then giggling hysterically. I still do this when my fiancee is out of town.

Liquid Lovey cats that mold to any way you hold em are the best.

She only played computer games though. She was all about Myst and the old Lucas Arts ones. She also played through all the Harry Potter games.

I came home one day and my mid-50s mother was on the computer. Punching a shark in the face. As Indiana Jones. Whole new level of respect.

Theodore has no tail and I'm pretty sure that's part of what makes him not very fond of being perched on high and uneven terrain, so no :'( Pretty close though.

I consume bottles of Frank's Red Hot with the fury, but after I'm done eating the actual meal, I make little puddles of it on my plate and lick it off my finger until my tongue is basically useless. Hurts so good.

Not only do I do that, but I imitate the speech of the appropriate TV chef. Giada, Nigella, Alton, Julia, Anne Burrell, whomever. I really crack myself up.

Inserting my cat's name into songs that I'm singing along to. "All The Scouty ladies! All the Scouty ladies!" "My Scoutaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun!" "Last Scout. Last Scout. For Scooooout." And since Kate Bush was mentioned, "Running up that Scout! Running up that Scooooout. With no Scoutleemmms"

Hmm... is joke?

Totally doesn't work for you. Your compulsion to cluck like a chicken every time you hear the word "Zanzibar" is a complete coincidence ;-)

"I am writing this while drinking rum and eating Cadbury mini eggs in bed."

Step 1: do whatever you want. Step 2: repeat every goddamn day.

WAIT are you me???

watching porn and masturbating on the couch.

I constantly write tuneless, rhymeless, little songs to myself and sing them aloud, but I do that at work too...so I guess my strangest single behavior would have to be commenting on Jezebel all goddamn day long. (I do THAT at work, too, but I'm more secretive about it.)

I'm recently divorced and living alone for the first time ever. It's AMAZING. My ex husband was super critical and I am experiencing freedom like I've never known.

Always waxing my 'stache while watching Seinfeld.

I have so many, I don't even know where to start. And I've been single for a while, so I think there's probably some stuff I do when I'm alone that I don't even realize is weird anymore.

My first boyfriend (after I had been independent and single for years) told me while we were cuddling once, "See? Isn't this better than being independent?"