i am neurotic.

When I’m doing my make up, I have to do the exact same thing to both eyes. Even if I do a massive accidental smudge which I then wipe off, I have to do it on the other eye and wipe it off that eye too. I feel like one eye will get jealous that the other has recieved more make up. And that my face will look wonky.australia dvdrip download

I wear mismatched socks all the time but shades of red socks must ALWAYS go on my right foot and blue shades on my left. Always, always, always. This is do to the fact that I associate red with blood and, with my right foot being my dominate foot, that’s the foot I would kick people with. My left foot is my pacifist foot and blue means peace to me.

When I go clothes shopping, I am paranoid there’s a camera in the dressing room so I never go in there. Also, I can’t stand the thought of wearing something someone else may have tried on before without it being washed. So if I buy something that I think might fit and look good, I’ll take it home, wash it and THEN try it on. If it doesn’t work out, I’ll give to a friend of the same size or donate it to Goodwill. I am pretty sure they both have me on speed dial by now.

My pajamas absolutely have to match. I cannot wear just anything in the drawer to sleep in and because of that I sleep in mostly black shorts and t-shirts. Almost everything matches black.

I HATE umbrellas for some reason. I’d rather have Satan emerge from the depths of hell and breathe fire on me to keep me dry rather than use one.

When I am doing laundry and putting clothes into the washing machine, the water must already be filling up and I have to put socks and underwear on the side where the water will pour directly on top of them as I feel they need to get cleaner than the rest of the clothes and this is the only way to ensure this.

I have to wear underwear, all of the time, even to bed. I hate taking it off to shower. I am afraid to leave down there unprotected, even for a minute.  Apparently a thin layer of cotton is enough protection.

I am usually never neurotic about being messy and keeping things tidy, but I cant seem to go to sleep if clothes are hanging up to dry in my room. I have to either put them in a wardrobe or place them outside my room otherwise i would sit there and stare at them. It freaks me out. I find it uninhabitable.

My boyfriend arranged his spring dress shirts in color order and while he was out to work, I reorganized them into a more “correct” color spectrum allowing for more logical transitions between “problem” shirts. He immediately noticed when he came home and smiled at me appreciatively.

I always have to fold my underwear before I throw it in the hamper. I don’t care for the other clothes, but my underwear has to be folded.