Aug
18
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it's the ups truck!
Every time I see a UPS truck I have to say (or mouth) the words “ups truck.” “Ups” is one word, not separated into letters. But if I see one on the road and then see it again and suspect it’s the same one, I won’t do it.for real, i love my life
Whenever I hear myself mutter “I hate my life” when I’m having a bad day, I always have to immediately say “I love my life. I love my life.” so that God doesn’t think I’m ungrateful and create an accident for me to die in.the curb is a dangerous place
Walking down busy sidewalks, I have to stay as far from the curb as possible. I am terrified of tripping and knocking strangers into traffic.
Aug
15
layer by layer
I eat candy bars in sections. For example when I eat a Milky Way I first eat off the chocolate, then I eat the nougat and lastly I eat the caramel. My husband makes fun of me for this, but I think that it tastes better in sections.mwah
Ever since I was a little kid a made a kissing noise whenever somebody touched my nose. To this day i cannot have my nose touched without doing it, my nose starts to itch and I feel like something is wrong if I don’t do it. My friends have told me I even do it in my sleep.licking up the liquid
If I am drinking a drink with a cap on it, I have to first lick all of the liquid off the cap and around the lip of the bottle before every sip. If a little bit of the liquid gets on my lips from the bottle I will be wiping them for the rest of the day.coin payment
“An Ohio man with a hatred of paper money slapped down $8,000 in coins at a car dealership to buy a Chevrolet pick-up - then paid the rest by cheque.”
BBC News (Thanks to the reader who sent in this link)
Aug
14
cleaning ritual
I use the appropriate item to clean a body part. Once I take off my socks, I would use those socks to wipe off the lint off my feet, use my shirt to wipe off sweat off my upper body, underwear for sweat down and back there … etc.finger food
I cannot eat anything without picking it into pieces first. I never just bite into whatever I’m eating, I need to pick a part of it with my fingers and then can eat that piece. The thought of just bitting into a sandwich makes me so anxious, i feel sick.A=B=C=D
Filling out a scantron, from the time I was in elementary school through the taking of the bar exam has always posed the same problem. If I fill in 3 or more of the same letter in a row, I inevitably conclude that at least one if not all the answers are wrong. I will re-check them, waste time, and in the end pray that I have a fairly equal number of A, B, C, and Ds.spitty lunch meat
If the clerk behind the deli counter at the grocery store speaks to me at all while my lunchmeat is on the scale, I have to go home and throw away the first two slices of meat from both sides of the package. The fear of spit from them talking to me landing on my lunchmeat is overwhelming, and the only way it is safe to eat is by removing the contaminated pieces. I have to remove from both ends because i am never sure which way they placed the meat into the little ziploc bag.
Aug
13
unquenched thirsty
When ordering food at a fast food restaurant at the end of the order they usual ask “would you like a drink with that?” Regardless of how thirsty I am I will never say “yes” because I don’t want to give them the satisfaction of thinking they convinced me I was thirsty when I really wasn’t.prepare for zombie battle
Every time i enter a new building, i immediately assess it for survivability and defense in the case of a zombie attack. This happens quite a bit considering i refinish wood floors, and rarely see the same house twice. I also look for various objects that can be used for weapons, and, when bored, go over in my mind a working battle plan and assignment of orders for everyone else in the room.bloody mary, bloody mary, bloody mary
Because of the myth of Bloody Mary, when I was younger, I would be scared shitless if I woke a few minutes before 12 A.M. needing to go to the bathroom and I’d stay in my bed until the time was at least 10 minutes past 12 so she wouldn’t show up at the end of the hall outside my door, in the mirror, in the shower, or have her face or hand in the toilet.
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