One Fact.

Hearing people cracking bones, like knuckles and wrists, make me wince and feel sick. But doing it accidentally when you move doesn't bother me.

I hate listening/watching people crack their necks because I'm afraid they're going to accidentally break their neck. Weird, eh?

(Is that even possible?)
 
I have always had all my crushes on guys that were tall............hush no short jokes. LOL
 
I have very ugly feet due to wearing high heels and years of martial arts (we're talking bile inducing)....
 
As a child I used to sit on my bed at night and pretend to be a comedienne and tell jokes. As an adult I love to make people laugh.
 
I'm afraid of heights. I can't even watch some height scenes on tv. :eek:
 
I hate elevators, but sometimes are a necessity to use. Just like how it's the only way I can get to my apartment, I only live up 2 floors -sigh-. Apparently, the stairs is only open if the powers out or during a fire.
 
I played poorly on the pitch today. I wanted to kick my own ass within the first thirty minutes of the match. I'm really pissed at myself and have been all day.

With that said.....I foot raced 15 kids today at least five times. Between the ages of 10 and 16 and most of them fellow soccer players. I still have it people! Burned those little shits everytime. It's a blessing to be six feet tall and feather light on your toes! :D
 
I can't fall asleep unless the room's pitch dark and the doors are closed.
 
i truly detest my job and feel trapped becsue i need the money...i honestly don;t know if i can continue it beyond monday afternoon
 
i like me, it took a long time to be able to say that but i hate that i was too shy to investigate my sexual desires
 
I need a little direction and clarity right now.

I'm like a fish out of water during sleep. Flip, flop, flip, flop all night long. Mr. Riles often ends up having to grab another blanket out of the chest because I've tangled them around myself like a cocoon.
Hey-that's my move....well, except it doesn't affect Mr. Riles. :D

I practically fold into myself when a stranger stares at me. It makes me highly uncomfortable and I eventually remove myself completely from the situation.
Oh. I shouldn't stare then? *le sigh*

When I eat all of my food has to be completely separated and not touching. I don't mix piles of food. I eat my vegetables first, then my starch and then meat (if I eat it at all) is very last. I don't know why I do it and couldn't tell you when I first started doing it.
The French call this, saving the meat for last: "pour la bonne bouche"

I'm
an extremely laid back person, difficult to anger, and quick to get over it.
I'm difficult to anger, but it takes me a day to get back to normal. I need to sleep on it.

As a child I used to sit on my bed at night and pretend to be a comedienne and tell jokes. As an adult I love to make people laugh.
Share a joke with us, please!

Tattoo my name on your ass........I own you hooker! :kiss:
I say we share- you take one cheek, I'll take the other. ;)
 
I say we share- you take one cheek, I'll take the other. ;)

I think the day I get your name tattoo'd on my ass is the day I get myself committed.

A fact about me.

My ex-husband refused to eat pizza in public with me. I take the toppings off one at a time, then the cheese, then I eat the crust. I do eat all of the toppings, just not like a "normal" person. Apparently it was just too damn freaky for him and he didn't want anyone to know he associated with someone that did that.
 
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