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04-05-2006, 03:45 AM | #71 (permalink) |
Purple monkey dishwasher
Join Date: Mar 2006
Location: London, On, Canada
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Others are: sometimes using the clean ashtray gives me anxiety, escalators scare me, worms FREAK me out, (but not snakes...) And my friend & I waxed our arms when I was 17, and I still remove the hair. Oh right, I recently went through alopecia, and I have literally 3+ft. of hair (hows that 4 irony...) I like others like to be able to control what (if any) of my food touches -FYI Dixie paper plates with dividers. Everyone has their neurotic tendencies. I wouldn't call that OCD, save that term for the real crazies...(kidding har,har).
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Everywhere I travel, tiny life. Single-serving sugar, single-serving cream, single pat of butter. The microwave Cordon Bleu hobby kit. Shampoo-conditioner combos, sample-packaged mouthwash, tiny bars of soap. The people I meet on each flight? They're single-serving friends. |
04-05-2006, 03:51 AM | #72 (permalink) | |
The Wetter The Better!!
Join Date: Aug 2005
Location: SH1TTY London Ontario Canada
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04-07-2006, 04:54 PM | #76 (permalink) |
Make it so
Join Date: Oct 2005
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I make lame jokes and laugh way too hard at them.
But to be really honest I have no shame so it could be anything. I don't get embarrassed, I embarrass other people around me!
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"Elph is truly an enfant terrible of the forum, bless and curse him" - Marie, Queen of Thots
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04-07-2006, 08:27 PM | #79 (permalink) | |
Make it so
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"Elph is truly an enfant terrible of the forum, bless and curse him" - Marie, Queen of Thots
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04-07-2006, 08:32 PM | #80 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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i hate to many people
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
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