How well do you *really* know someone?
I mean I have one friend who’s been my friend for over twenty YEARS and I just learned something new about her. That she’s left-handed. And the way I found out was I watched her scribble a phone number on a piece of paper.
“Did you write that with your left hand?”
“Uh-huh.”
“But why?”
“Because I’m left handed.”
“SHUT. UP. REALLLLLLY?”
“Yes. Really.”
“When did THIS happen?”
“When I was five.”
“Why have I never known this about you?”
“Because that would imply you showing an interest in someone other than yourself.”
“Oh. Well that makes sense.”
Side note: It takes a really really good friend to be able to deliver that kind of truthful insight without it being taken the wrong way.
Side note number 2: I’m really going to miss my (ex) friend.
Anyway, in light of this recent development I thought I would share some things with you that you may not know about me.
1. I snore (Apparently. I mean I don’t know this with 100% certainty because it happens when I’m unconscious. But I’ve confirmed it with 3 people. Two of them are under 5 feet tall and known to lie when backed into a corner, but I offered up Skittles for the truth. And according to them I do in fact, snore)
2. I love every green vegetable on the planet. Period end of story. (Except okra. Okra tastes like slimy worms. This is not an opinion. It’s a fact. Okra=Worms=Bleck)
3. I’m highly allergic to melon. All of them. Watermelon. Honeydew. Cantaloupe. Can’t eat them. Ever.
4. I can remember every person’s birthday I ever went to school with. I can also remember random numbers like how much I spent at the grocery store last Tuesday. $126.78 (If you’re thinking this is some sort of gift, it’s not. I would prefer my brain fill itself with knowledge about shit that actually matters. But no one asked me what I wanted. So I got this.)
5. I STILL can’t poop in public. And I desperately need to. Like right now. My stomach is churning and all hurty inside and all I want to do is go to the bathroom. But I can’t. Also, if it’s possible to die from lack of pooping I will surely die that way. I can just see the writing on the tombstone now. “Here lies Shauna Glenn. She spewed a lot of shit off the top~Not so much from the bottom.”
6. I can eat chips and salsa any time day or night. It doesn’t matter if it’s 7 am or 7 pm. Chips and salsa equals love.
7. I can’t leave a room with making sure all cabinets are shut and all drawers are closed. What I don’t do is lick the light switch on my way out. Anymore.
8. I don’t really like ice cream. I mean it’s never something I crave or would go out of my way to eat. Unless there was a flavor called Chips and Salsa. And by that I mean if it wasn’t Chips and Salsa flavored ice cream at all but instead just Chips and Salsa. (refer to number 6)
9. When I have a nightmare it always involves snakes.
10. I can’t think of a tenth thing because all I can think about is eating chips and salsa.
What are some things about YOU that we don’t know? Please. Humor us.
PS. How bout we make this a little friendly contest. Most bizarre revelation wins a $50 gift card to Target. Contest ends Friday, July 30.
PPS. And by bizarre I don’t mean sharing your love of animal porn. That’s just wrong. You can love animals. Just not *love* them.
PPPS. Great. Now all I can think about is animal porn.
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Something (most) people don’t know about me:
I can talk while gargling
I think that might just make me an 11
And thanks, now I’m thinking about animal’s ‘doing it’ while eating chips & salsa
x
Jenny Talia´s last [type] ..the crew
Try fried okra, not as slimy.
I don’t have a bizarre revelation worth $50, unless you count my new relationship with Ghetto Gumby as bizarre. I do however aspire to be the first person to burp, fart and sneeze all at the exact same time. Not one after the other, at the same time.
Hockeymandad´s last [type] ..Almost Time
If you try to do all those things at once, you’re just going to end up shitting yourself. Be prepared.
Rachel´s last [type] ..Friends dont let friends go out with bad hair
I am also allergic to watermelons…but thankfully I don’t like any fruit in the melon category anyways.
I do not like ice cream. Always wish to be that sane American that enjoys ice cream but it’s just not something I can even make myself like. Now sorbet is good…and when I’m out it’s my attempt to at least appear normal.
I can’t remember faces…names either. Talk to me 2 days ago, see you again and it’s like “who are you and where did you say I know you from?”
I have a very rigid popping schedule.
Bathing twice a day is mandatory…can’t sleep right without a nightly bathe and can’t function during the day without a morning shower.
I can wiggle my nose like Samantha on Bewitched.
I HAVE to make sure the top shelf on the dishwasher is loaded like this: glass, plastic cup, glass, plastic cup, and so on.
I could eat stuffing every day for the rest of my life and it would never get boring. And the time of day doesn’t matter either.
I love Target. Seriously, I would marry it. But it would just be an elaborate ploy to get things at a discount or maybe even free…..
1. While YOU cannot poop in public, I’m the ‘lady’ in the handicap stall, sounding like Hiroshima.
2. I hate exercising, but I hate being fat, more.
3. I’m a grandma. I like being a grandma better than being a mother, because I can send the little shit home.
4. The smell of beets makes me puke in my mouth.
and finally…
5. I could TOTALLY be a wino, but I won’t.
I too am left handed and people that I’ve known for years are still just figuring this out… I’ve had multiple dreams that I’m peeing (in an “open bathroom”) at parties with my friends and thankfully wake up to a dry sleep space.
Most people I know don’t know that I look twice at sewer drains, eat things in twos (if I can’t get two I break it in half) and if I run a red light I think I won’t get pulled over if I say “oops”…
Thanks!!
I gotta agree with Hockeymandad, Fried Okra is lovely, especially when it’s super-crunchy and sittin’ beside a little bit of Ranch Dressing.
Here’s my bizarre thing: I can wiggle my entire scalp, much the same way some people can wiggle their ears; it takes a lot of effort to wiggle just my ears, but my whole scalp moves forward and backward, bangs, ponytail, braid, rolled-up in a towel, whichever, I can make it all move. Both my boyfriend and my mom are quite bothered by this…
Debbie´s last [type] ..Oh Dear
To Hockeymandad: I know for a fact if you burp, fart and sneeze all at the same time you go straight to heaven.
Darling Daughter: you win the best tombstone inscription contest! You are entitled to One free public poop. I mean one that you can do that you can’t normally do, I mean perform, not doo-doo.
I totally cannot poop anywhere but home. Which makes a 12 hour work day REALLY intense.
My weird-o thing is that whenever we are on a trip, and I am mindlessly staring out the window on the highway, you know those metal guardrails? That look all sharp and rusty? I always get a mental image of someone hanging me out of the door and dragging my open mouth along the edges, thus effectively cutting my face apart along the lip line area.
Are you afraid of me yet? Naw…if Adam doesn’t scare you, I won’t.
When I was a kid, any time I heard a siren, I HAD to get my feet off the ground.
I would climb a tree, sit on a fence, whatever, just so my feet weren’t touching the ground. If, for some reason, I couldn’t get my feet off the ground, I would hysterically FREAK OUT.
I missed the bus several times due to sirens, because I was in the tree and wouldn’t come down. I also got stung by a bunch of yellowjackets, because I sat on the deck railing where there was a nest of them, just because I heard a siren.
Now, at age 34, I still get a very strong urge to lift my feet when I hear a siren. Usually I can fight it, but once in a while, I will notice that I’ve stood on the couch or something when a fire truck or ambulance passes the house.
I have NO IDEA why this is. I don’t know what I thought would happen if my feet were touching the ground when something with a siren passed by. All I know is that it was a very real fear to me when I was little, and part of it still remains, even though I’m technically a grown-up.
Krystal´s last [type] ..Eerie orange light
I absolutely love the feeling of things in my ear (Q-Tips, pen caps, my finger.) But only dry things.
I always leave a bite of whatever I am eating on my plate. Always. Even if I super loved it or am still hungry… the last bite is always there.
Unless it is a bowl of ice cream or candy. then it’s gone.
Also, as a Fla-Vor-Ice addict, when I have them, I take one of each color and eat them in this order. Every.time.
pink, blue, orange, green, red, purple.
Well actually it’s pink, blue, orange, green, red, purple, red, purple because I love those colors so much they get special attention
If I touch something out of the ordinary I have to lick my finger. I touch an escalator handle and feel my finger is dirty I have to lick it, I also pull my eyebrows out when stressed and have to touch the follicle to my upper lip, if the follicle doesn’t come out I have to pull another one.
If this was my contest, you would totally win. I just can’t get over the fact that you lick your finger BECAUSE it’s dirty.
Rachel´s last [type] ..Friends dont let friends go out with bad hair
I can poop most anywhere, except in front of new people. Once, in my boyfriend’s dorm room (we were both still in college at this time) I felt the urge. You’d think that after 6 months of dating I would’ve been comfortable with him knowing that I do in fact have normal bodily functions, but no. I made up some lie about having forgotten a book, ran back to my room, and let it out.
As far as my weirdo freak-of-nature thing, my toes turn colors. Seriously. Purple, red and white. It’s technically called Reynaud’s Phenomenon (that’s right, I have a phenomenon – be jealous), but I call them my mood toes – like the ever-classy mood ring. It’s always very alarming when I make new friends and they finally notice my seemingly frostbitten toes. It is my cross to bear.
I can never totally convince myself that a monster is not going to crawl out of my toilet every time I flush it…
I also can not look in a mirror at night/in the dark because I do not want to know if an ax murderer is behind me…
Clearly horror films warped me as a child!
To the above posters eating in even numbers is a must, and pulling out eyebrow hairs is the ultimate stress relief!!
I absolutely LOVE to clip finger/toe nails. I love the sound they make and I like to compare them to find the biggest one. sometimes I bend them to find a really strong one, or split them if torn. I have 3 boys that let me clip them every couple weeks and I can hardly wait in between.
Wow, writing that outloud is making me a little uncomfortable.
And I also remember numbers that are irrelevant. A pound of butter at the gas station? $1.68. A cantaloupe on sale this week? $1.50. I wish I had room for the important things in my life.
When I grocery shop, I like my cart to be neat and tidy. When I unload the items, I tend to put similar items by shape and size, cold, etc. together. ANd have been known to snap at my husband if he does it wrong.
I like to clean my ears with a bobby pin, just like my use to. No wonder I have crappy hearing!
I am a picker, not nose picker but picker of scabs, etc. Especially if it is myself or one of my animals. Eww.
I fold underwear, even thongs.
I can remember all my teachers names clear back to pre-k, and a lot of the kids names.
I can remember extreme detail of my Grandmothers house, including the “davenport” fabric…oh, and the smells (of her house)that is. But have super shitty time remembering information to get an A in my A & P class in college.
I obviously didn’t get to choose my skills either.
First, I’m totally going to google reynaud’s phenomenon. My weird thing is that when I meet people, I like to picture their insides. Like underneath their skin. Like with fat people I picture how the pockets of fat are shaped inside. And with skinny people, maybe how elongated their organs look. And so on. I watchied a “live” autopsy once on tv. I think it stuck with me.
I can make my eyes jiggle. Rapid fire jiggling. It’s not very useful, unless I want to freak people out.
I must always have some sort of cover over me when I sleep. Even if it’s 100 out, I have to drape a sheet over my midsection. But my toes can never be covered, not even in the dead of winter. I have this weird modesty/fear of mummification thing going on simultaneously. It’s so much fun.
I like to do crafts with my kids just so I can coat the palm of my hand with Elmer’s Glue and then try to peel it off in one piece.
Major Bedhead´s last [type] ..A Matter Of Trust
I totally love doing that with Elmer’s glue, too! The best is when my whole family would be sitting around my latest school project with hands full of glue!
Ashlee´s last [type] ..Can I Help You Find Something
Totally guilty of the glue thing, too!
Hamlet’s Mistress´s last [type] ..I Have Things To Say
I can’t eat food off of a wooden spoon. Can’t touch my teeth or tongue to anything wooden at all. Even eating ice cream off of those little tongue depressor thingys makes me shiver. When buying produce, I have to have at least five of something. Five apples. Five potatoes. It’s because there are five people in this family and I’m afraid that anything less is saying that I can’t expect there to continue BEING a family of five. Accidents…you know. I tap the outside skin of the airplane I’m boarding five times very deliberately with my open palm (touching it with all five fingers) before walking inside. Because I think it will keep us from crashing. Sometimes I pour milk on top of my vanilla ice cream before eating it.
apathy lounge´s last [type] ..Frenemy
Okay, your epitaph equals awesomeness. Plus, I HATE snakes. Totally scared of them. Do you have a lot in Texas? Cause we have them here. I can’t enter wicked contest because Ontario blows chowder chunks and has no Target stores. Epic. Fail.
Sorry, I’ve spent a lot of time with my 15 yr old daughter this week. It’s all about the epic fail.
Weird thing though: when i get into cold water (like at the lake)I have to make weird grunty shocky suck all the air in my mouth noises. Apparently I sound really freaky when I do that.
Bellawriter´s last [type] ..Boys- Babies and Booze hounds But not in that order
I like the crusts of a sandwich better than the rest of the sandwich. Same goes for pie crust – the last bites with just a little of the filling and a whole lot of pastry. Also, I like ceaser (is that how you spell that?) salad after its been sitting for a long time, so its all soggy and flavory.
I fold everything that comes out of the dryer exactly as it comes out. If a t shirt is inside out it gets carefully folded that way. Everything. But that’s weird not bizarre.
I am a two time world record holder escape artist. I hold the record for prisoner transport irons with Guinness and the male and female team handcuff escape record with Cynthia Morrison. We shattered the previous record by 39.22 seconds. Both filmed live and attended by the press. As far as anyone can tell no other human alive has been fully searched by law enforcement and magicians and had a metal detector search and ever escaped from double locked prisoner transport chains at all. Let alone set a world record time. I can send a photo of my certificates to prove this. I own two suitcases of handcuffs straight jackets and restraints. Can send proof of that too.
Here is the bizarre part: In my whole life I have never had sex while using handcuffs,ropes or anything like that. Ever. In fact its never even crossed my mind, in the 18,000 or so times.(horndog, yeah I know that. gotta get the poison out..lol)
I was completely shocked two months ago when a woman asked me to pin her down during sex and hold her hands down so she couldn’t move. Im certain she wants ‘that’ next because she mentioned it in a playful way a couple times now, and i feel like an idiot, newb cause I don’t have a clue what to do or even anything about sex and restraints. I spent all my time Getting OUT of them, and teaching other performers how to get out of them. Not trying to stay in them or think about keeping anyone in them.
That has to top your addiction to midget porn right?
Here are some things that people (mostly) do not know about Ashlee (me, duh.):
1. I have a very strong dislike for the words moist, raw and plug. I do not know why, they just upset me.
2. I once slept in John Mayer’s bed. He was not in it, but I was.
3. The pet bird that my parents bought me as a confirmation gift committed suicide. True story.
Ashlee´s last [type] ..Can I Help You Find Something
What about the word “Probe”? I can’t believe Ford named a sports car that.
I like the smell of baby spit up. Gross I know.
I also can’t stand the word moist or moisture. It just sounds dirty.
I can’t go to sleep at night without knowing where my car keys are. They have to be on the 4th step of the stairs, because if I am about to be murdered on the second floor of my home in the middle of the night I HAVE to be able to escape in my car, and I need keys to do that.
If you have ever noticed, i eat my Hamburgers and Sandwhiches in a circle. I do this because the best bit is right in the middle and i save it for last.
1) Can’t sit on a warm seat – makes me wonder why it’s warm, what did someone do when they sat there….mmmhhmm – think about it.
2) Typically can’t drink after anyone except kids I like. Not rational – I know they are little back washers but it makes sense to my mind
3) HATE when someone sits so close to me I can feel the heat from their body….or if they touch me – for get it…all I can think about is the 2 inch space on my side where they are touching….skin crawls
4) OI words…..Ointment, moist, goiter, boils, you get the picture
5) There are many more but as a whole, when one of my “don’t do it” rules are infringed upon it runs through my head like a horrible song you can’t push out. It’s on a loop….they are touching you, moist moist moist, you just sat on a warm spot, it’s HOT, what did they do to get it so hot, OMG
When I put away dishes or laundry, I put the recently cleaned items behind or under what’s still in the cabinet. So everything can get used equally.
Becky Mochaface´s last [type] ..A Monday Love List
Something about me?? Hmm… well, I couldn’t LIVE without chips and salsa, but most people that know me already know that.
I am not really afraid of the dark. However. If I am staying home alone and my husband is not there, I cannot take a shower after dark- because that’s when the ax murder’s come out to get you. And I have to sleep with a light on- so that, in case I survive, I can tell the cops WHAT the attempted murderer looks like.
I also cannot STAND the way that beans- of any kind- feel in my mouth. Like wet baby powder. YUCK!
Christen´s last [type] ..Proper Mommy attire
I, semi-good looking, intelligent, mother of one, 27 year old…am a dungeon master. Like as in Dungeons and Dragons dungeon master. I always whisper it like it’s a sin but, mostly it’s so other won’t laugh at me like they want to.
One of my knees bends backwards and I can cross one eye at a time, which I learned in keyboarding class in high school. I always made good use of my time.
1. Cotton makes my teeth itch. Betcha didn’t know your teeth could itch…now you do. I.hate.it.
2. I like the way gas, the mall food court and shoe stores smell.
3. I count how many strokes of blush and eyeshadow I put on each cheek and eyelid so it will be even.
4. All the doors in my house have to be closed.
5. I will not eat chunky salsa, it has to be smooth or I’m not dipping me chips in it.
6. I love ketchup and spaghetti sauce but I will die before I eat an actual tomato.
I could go all day on these. That is so sad. lol
When I run, my teeth itch. No one has ever believed me about that, so thank you for making me feel not so weird.
Some things many people do not know about me:
1)Volume has to be set at an even number.
2)I get pee fright. There has to be some noise or no one around.
3)Over the last 2 years i’ve become lactose intolerant.
4)I can make this super sweet voice( or annoying), by putting my hand in a fist and putting up to my mouth and repeating”girly” sounds like a little baby or cartoon character.
5)I may forget a name, but i never forget a face.
6)I have to smell my sharpie everytime, before i use it.
7)Peanut butter+ chocolate makes me want to hurl.
8)I have terrible panic attacks when i drive in bad weather or i’m lost.
9)I wish i had an awesome voice so i could perform in musicals and be on broadway.
10)i love cheese puffs with ketchup
Oh, and, in regards to your chips and salsa obsession…please don’t feel bad. I eat lunch at the Mexican place near work every single day of the week because I am that obsessed with them, too.
Ashlee´s last [type] ..Can I Help You Find Something
1. I hate straws. In fact, without hesitation I will charge directly at a dog coming after me, but won’t drink tea through a straw.
2. I don’t make u-turns. I feel like I fell off the earth.
3. I read magazines backwards. I cannot start from the beginning.
4. I don’t eat ice cream. It tastes like anti-freeze (the stuff you put in your car’s radiator) to me.
This is fun!
-hate all things melon
-love and can’t live without diet coke
-do not like using sticky utensils. makes me cringe.
-do not like having really bright lights on.
-can’t go anywhere without sunglasses or a hat. see above about the bright lights.
-all beds in the house must be made very nicely every day.
-do not like having to talk over music–so annoying!
Uh, I made a whole post about it. A hundred things about me, which is excessive and narcissistic even for ME.
Hm. Highlights:
I love Britney Spears. Hard.
I am fully trained concert cellist that toured Europe twice.
I am terrified of fish.
I plan to go back to school to become a virologist when the kids get older.
I can’t drink milk from a plastic cup, has to be glass.
I freak the hell out if I’m in a car or on a motorcycle driving beside water or over water on a bridge. I used to have a recurring dream about driving down a dirt road that went out into a lake, we kept driving even though we couldn’t see the road…
My pantry has two sliding doors. The one on the left has to be the outside door and they always need to be closed.
I can’t scuba dive in a wetsuit – kinda important in Canada.
I can’t swim if there are weeds or dead trees underwater. They freak me out when I boat over them too.
neeroc´s last [type] ..Vacation- by the pictures – people
1. Chips and salsa? Good. Chips and queso? THE SOURCE OF ALL THINGS WONDERFUL IN LIFE!!!! (I’m an addict, it’s sad, it also negatively affects my digestion on an (ir)regular basis)
2. I absolutely cannot ever touch my feet to the bottom of a lake or river. I don’t care if I can still see the bottom. I don’t care if I have shoes on. I don’t care if my feet are wrapped in steel casings. I will not touch it. There are snakes and dead bodies at the bottom and I’m not interested in either of those.
3. I have to wash my hands before I start any major project or task. This means that at work I’m always washing my hands… I think people are starting to notice.
4. When walking on tile floors I make an effort to only step on the cracks, never in the middle of the tile. This makes for an awkward site in the mall by my house so I go to the one further away because it’s floors are wood.
5. I don’t like ice cream either but I love frozen yogurt (Pinkberry style).
6. I won’t eat chocolate flavored things. Give me a hunk of dark chocolate and I’m in heaven but chocolate cake, chocolate pudding, etc. are all out.
7. I snore (allegedly!) and take great delight in knowing that you do too.
8. I’m basically narcoleptic when I’m watching a movie. It doesn’t matter where I am, in the theatre, at a friends house. Turn a movie on and I’m asleep within 20 minutes. This is especially concerning considering I snore (see above) and apparently other movie goers don’t enjoy the melodious sounds of my snoring while they are trying to enjoy the show. Oops!
9. I’m a total sucker for things that are sold on TV. I have to specifically turn away from infomercials now because I own so much useless crap but I know that if I watch one for more than 60 seconds I’ll be dialing the phone. (But not until they offer to double my order if I call within the next 3 minutes!)
10. I can’t eat bananas in public. I have a dirty mind and assume everyone else around me does too.
I cannot deal with the word hips.
pugs scare the shit out of me.
I am a world famous zit popper, for everyone that I meet.
I cannot stand to hear anything scraped on cement.
Blondie´s last [type] ..I need an attitude adjustment or bikers don’t ski
My weird thing got brought up Sunday night. I cant stand when i’m watching TV when people invade other peoples space, i really yell out GET BACK! Example, on Big Brother when Brendon was comforting Rachel because she was crying (barf) he was all over her face and kissing her, it made me shiver.
Ok I will play along…
I have an overwhelming urge to jump from high things. I don’t ever do it but..malls with two stories..I can’t stand near the edges. Going to the Hoover Dam was not a good idea either!
I also hate tomatoes but love ketchup. I can not stand people in my space..people touching me or grabbing my hand! (Freak out city!)
I have webbed feet (two toes on each foot actually, not the entire foot)
Worms, slugs, caterpillars, snails, milipedes, & centipedes give me panic attacks.
I HATE when people tell me to smile. i’m not going to walk down the hall at work with a huge smile on my face
I have product A.D.D., which usually involves 4 types of shampoos, 7 lotions, 3 conditioners, 8 brands of mascara, etc.
1. No one can vacuum my house except me, or I will go back and vacuum after them.
2. I’m a texture nut…. like I have to touch everything to see how it feels.
3. I tend to fake injuries…. to the point of getting casts put on, to get out of work.
4. I do all my big decision making sitting on the floor of my shower while the water is running over me.
5. I think about everything I say to predict reactions that sometimes I get confused between fantasy conversations and reality.
The only thing you will ever need to know about me that assures you that I am a total bad-ass that you should know:
I can put my entire fist in my mouth (and by entire, I really mean ENTIRE FUCKING THING). This has made me very popular at fraternity parties and with my husband. Plus, when the family “Oh yeah, well I can burp my ABCs” conversation comes up, I kick ass.
Yes, I have pictures.
No, you can’t see them.
Am I really about to say this? Its embarrassing! But, I would live at Target if I could.
Once in a while, I’ll stick something up my nose to make myself sneeze. It tickles and for some reason I enjoy it.
I’m going to go crawl in my hole now….
Weird things about me:
1 I can handle cleaning up blood, vomit, pee, and the nastiest diarrhea you can imagine, but the sight of a booger makes me dry heave. In fact, I have actually thrown up when a booger came out of my own nose when I was blowing it!
2 I cannot stand it when people hang toilet paper so that the sheets roll off away from you and toward the wall. I not only switch it around when my hubby (militantly) hangs it wrong at home, I have even “fixed it” at other people’s homes.
3 I get nauseous when I eat pancakes or drink orange juice, but waffles and grapefruit juice don’t bother me at all.
I am scared of the dark. No really. If the lightswitch is on the other side of the room and I have to turn out the light and then cross the room in the dark… it stays on. That’s what my husband is for. And if I have no choice, then I turn it off and half scream half sob as I tear out of the room like my butt is on fire… or like there is a crazy psychopathic killer zombie ghost suddenly behind me. Which, of course, there is, which is why I run… which is why I’m also afraid of the dark.
Yeah, I’m 32.
Hamlet’s Mistress´s last [type] ..I Have Things To Say
1. When comfy and content I rub my feet together, which causes my siamese cats to attack me and then I scream at them which ruins the comfy and content for a while. Then we ‘rinse and repeat’
2. I cannot stand to use a bath towel after anyone else. And don’t even THINK about using my towel.
3. I hate lemon cake. I’ve been a wedding photographer for 15 years, and I hate lemon cake. Period. Do not offer it to me, I will make Rowan Atkinson faces.
4. I will polish my toenails 4 times just to kill time before a date I’m nervous about. Yes….polish, dry, remove polish, re-polish, dry…
5. I sometimes watch men in public speaking to other people and because I read lips I have to watch their mouths…I get what they are saying but then it makes me wonder how good/bad a kisser they are and I have to go somewhere else before I start gawking.
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