My good pal Ben-O over in Colorado has tagged me to participate in a fine experiment in human quirkitry. Basically I am going to spill my beans here and tell you all of my weird little quirks. Hopefully you will still be my friend when I am finished.
Here goes it:
1.) I am a compulsive changer. It sometimes takes me about 5 or 6 outfit changes to be happy with what I am wearing. I must coordinate everything from my shoes, to my necklace and my hair. I often change throughout the day (ie – early morning athletic, out on the town wear, lounge wear… That type of thing). The weird thing is that apparently I have been doing this since I was a toddler. I was (and still am) a compulsive changer! This is not only reflected in my clothing, it is also reflected in my hairstyles. I am always doing something to my hair, whether it’s a new hair style, some funky-ass hair accessory or just a completely different colour. One day I will post a collage of the many many different looks I’ve rocked over the past two years so you can see it for yourself. What is my problem?! Hmmm I wonder.
2.) I am horribly afraid (don’t laugh) of spiders and bugs of any sort. I think it stems from two things; A.) when I saw the movie arachnophobia and B.) when I was laying in my bed on a hot summer day (window open) and looked up at the ceiling. At the precise moment I opened my eyes, a large Black beetle fell from my ceiling and landed on my leg. I screamed… Waking everybody in the house up and refused to sleep in my bed (or bedroom) for two weeks and only after an intensive top-to-bottom search operation followed by a cleaning that would make Mr. Clean look like a pig. But… I do love camping! Figure that one out?!
3.) Sometimes when doing every day things (like cleaning the house or making some food) I will break out in spontaneous dance. It might be the robot, it might be the bus stop… or even the chicken dance… Or, it might be me shaking my ass in an attempt to mock the horribly generic dancers on whatever music video I might be (unfortunately and involuntarily) catching on MuchMusic at the time. When I go out dancing, I usually wear the most retarded shoes I can think of (that leave me limping in pain) and end up dancing on a sticky club floor in my bare feet (usually after “quite” a few drinks) just so that I can dance! I love to dance!!
4.) I come up with insulting names for the neighbours on my street that I hate. There’s a few of them. When I drive past them I smile and laugh as I think about their nickname. So far the names are; Mary Tyler Whore (she’s a desperate housewife who sooo wants to shag my man), Nacho Man (her fat lazy husband who is also known as Rain Man because he ONLY plays baseball in the rain… And has only done it 3 times EVER in his life), Rendez Losers (because they own one of those Rendez Vous vehicles that I hate) and Baldor (because he’s bald and thinks he’s a cool badass or something). There are a lot of bald people who are indeed cool and don’t even have to try, not him though, he’s a loser and deserves to be called Baldor! Then finally there are the annoying little faggot boys we like to call Rod & Todd (think Ned Flanders kids), these two little tinkerbells are the offspring of Nacho Man & Mary Tyler Whore.
5.) When I am driving in my car I often put on tunes that I love and sing at the top of my lungs!! I don’t care who’s looking. When I’m in a good mood it’s usually something like Jamiroquai (Blow My Mind) and when I’m feeling like a piece of shit it might be something depressing like R.E.M. (Everybody Hurts). I usually get a few laughs from people at lights or sometimes double takes from people who think I might be yelling. I’m sure that some people think that I have severe mental problems or something… I also have road rage. I swear like a trucker when people cut me off, I flip people off, I cut them off, and I become an evil bitch when people piss me off on the road! I have whipped pennies (kept in the cup holder specifically for this purpose) at people who piss me off! I will cut in front of them and get close enough to whip them out of my window or sunroof and then laugh as they are caught off guard when the pennies hit their windshield in a brilliant display of copper glory! I like revenge.
Rather than tag anyone specifically… I would like to invite you to spill your beans in the comments section telling me some of your most endearing quirks. Come on… I won’t tell anybody, I swear!