I've got some weird ass baggage left over from my childhood. Like, for instance, the letter, "A". The letter "A" is my favourite letter. Mostly because my name starts with the letter "A", but also because it is a humble, and yet, important vowel.
Unlike, "E".
"E" thinks he's so great because we all need him so much. This is indisputable, but not an excuse for arrogance.
I prefer quarters, dimes and, even pennies, to nickels (as previously mentioned). Nickels are far too big for their own britches. "Pefh", to nickels, I say.
Eight, is my favourite number, because eight was the year I realized my favourite number was always my age, and decided I had better put a stop to such fickleness. I commited to eight. We're still going strong.
I also prefer brown haired, green- eyed dolls/people, to blond ones, for reasons that should be obvious if you look at my picture to the left. That, and jealousy.
And, well, I still like my right hand better than my left. My left thumb never did taste as good as my right.
It still doesn't.
Just checking.
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I have to eat M&Ms and Skittles in matching colored pairs. The odd ones out are made into mismatched pairs at the end. Only when there is one left is it eaten by itself. I've been told my little brother does this too.
I love the feel of a glossy new textbook with the shiny pages and the color pictures. Even better is the smell. Same goes for freshly made copies.
The saddest thing about not having my own laundry set-up now is that I can't throw my clothes in the dryer before going out into the cold the way my nanny used to do for me. Ditto for blankets on a cold night and fires in the fireplace.
Ok ok- I also love the smell of photo copies... I have even been caught with a warm copy pressed against my face at work. ( I thought no-one was looking!! ) I also love the smell of the Good News Bibles- Ang you know the ones from grade 9 and certain types of double copy receipt paper. I don't like touching glasses after some dishwasher cycles- (I don't know which ones cause them to feel like that- maybe its the soap?? ) Does anyone know what I mean- I can't describe what they feel like other than it reminds me of the sound of styrofoam. Sorry Angela- I don't have any aversions to coinage of any kind and no favorite letters. I like the number 7. I was born on 07/07/76 & even though I think it's my lucky number I don't recall anything great happening in relation to the number 7. However- I did have a major allergic reaction had to get a HUGE needle in my butt on my 7th birthday. Hmm.. Maybe I should rethink this lucky number 7 thing!
bear,
i fell asleep in front of the fire today. mmmmmm. it was maybe only five minutes, but it felt glorious.
when my mom read us bedtime stories at night, we always had to pause, so my older sister could smell each book. she would put her nose (and still does, i think) right into it and snuff it up. i always thought library books were kind of gross then - all those crumbs and greasy fingerprints from drooling babies.
danielle, oh! not the smell for me, but bible paper! i LOVE bible paper. if i ever wrote a book that i really loved, and had a say in the matter, i would print it on bible paper.
i know exactely what you mean about the glasses - styrofoam exactly. i think it's a combination of well water and dishsoap(?) yuk.
Awesome. Completely wonderful brilliance.
why, thank you, leisel.
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