My husband is a cartoon character, I'm "allergic" to jeans that aren't colored, I think the word "failure" is funny and I say fancy instead of cool. I've also been known to eat paper, crayons and dirt and I used to drink brown, opaque creek water.
I obsess over numbers. Any number that involves 5 or 7 is a bad number with only a few exclusions. I decide whether something is a good or a bad number sa pamamagitan ng either adding all the digits together, dividing all the digits sa pamamagitan ng the first digit, subtracting the smallest digit from the large digit, multiplying all the digits together, or dividing the number sa pamamagitan ng two until I'm down to one digit. 3 and 8 are godly numbers and are the best numbers you can get. Anything that reminds me of the number 3 or 8 is magnificently amazing, but anything that reminds me of 5 or 7 is evil and I'll most likely hate it.
I obsess over letters. I hate the letter F because it reminds me of the number 5, and I hate the letter J because it reminds me of the number 7. H is the eighth letter of the alphabet and C is the third, so they're great letters.
I'm an extreme perfectionist. If something I'm doing isn't perfect, I get really stressed out and have to duyan my head to keep from getting a headache. If I can't fix it, I destroy whatever it was I was working on and throw a fit and get a nasty headache and have to take so much Excedrin that it doesn't help with my headache until I get hyper and then pass out, and whatever I do that was so important yet imperfect will be attempted again with the same result until it's absolutely and marvelously perfect. When I finish something and it's done perfectly, I am happy and giddy and all smiley and can't think of anything else. And I just can't help but spot and point out any and all imperfections I see and I will stop whatever I'm doing to at least try to make it perfect.
I'm neurotic to an extreme. That much is obvious from my last three paragraphs.
well: i make up words (flabaloobalah for instance) i still cry when tod the soro gets dropped off in the woods sa pamamagitan ng widow tweed in THE soro & THE HOUND i taught my dog to burp i honestly believe that one araw a decent (and attractive and funny and smart) guy will like me just the way i am (of course thats highly unlikely cuz im fat ugly dumb naive and just plain old unpopular im sorry if that offends anybody) there are 214 silly bands strung together to make a rope and i hang my dirty clothes on it (how lucky the ppl are cuz i have a window!!!) i want a dirigo car (look at it on www.dirigocar.com
