- I have a fear of amusement rides. I'm fine as long as the ride is spinning furiously while still on the ground but once that thing becomes airborne, I start behaving like I need to be contained by a straight jacket. That's normal, right?
- I put my name on my office supplies, making it easier to determine where my wrath should be directed if they come up missing. I don't label everything, just the things that send me into a tizzy if I reach for them and they are not there, like my pens and my post it notes. Nine out of ten psychologists agree that turning into a fire-breathing dragon is a totally appropriate reaction to finding out that one of my co-workers has rummaged through my desk and taken my stuff as if my workspace were the office supply closet. GET YOUR OWN DAMN PEN!
- I can't watch those real life crime shows. After watching an episode of Forensic Files, I spend weeks contemplating how long it would take the cops to find the serial killer that chopped my body up into Ziploc baggie size pieces and stored it in the freezer.
- I prefer to NOT have the toilet paper hanging from the toilet paper dispenser. To me, it's more practical and convenient to leave it on the bathroom counter. When I'm sitting on the toilet in a dark bathroom at 3 o'clock in the morning, the last thing I want to do is spend a lot of time searching blindly for the start of the toilet paper roll. I'd rather quickly do my business so that I can get back to the dream involving me and a Jacuzzi full of Chippendale's dancers.
- After observing the hygiene habits of my fellow office dwellers (men and women alike), I've come to the realization that the urge to wash my hands after every bathroom visit makes me unusual, a freak of nature that should be displayed at carnivals.
- I rarely watch TV shows that have actors and a plot. For some reason, I don't have the patience for those types of shows anymore. If the people on TV aren't dribbling a basketball, making a souffle or redecorating a room, I'm not watching it.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Six weird things
Props to Steve for tagging me to reveal 6 weird things about myself. As I am often hailed for being the embodiment of all that is considered normal and healthy (not), this proved to be a difficult task but I gave it the old college try. Here goes.
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8 comments:
You're right--you are comparatively normal. The most shocking revelation there is your dream of male strippers in a hot tub. ;)
This was great! Ziploc storage bags. That was funny! Office supplies-Ta da! I will bite your hand off.
You are such a Gas, Grizz!!! And what a Scaredy Cat...
Something is always frightening you...think about that at 3a.m. while you are on the toilet, lookin' for the roll... have you heard of the "Charmin Killer"? Squeezes you to death.
I better stop now.
I use to put my name or initials on my office supplies, too, but I got in trouble doing it. My boss felt that my time was better served doing my job than putting my initials on all of my staples and rubber bands.
Ha! That office supplies thing is like that dude in "Office Space" and his red stapler. Didn't he ultimately burn down his ofice building?
And I love the shows like "Forensic Files."
You're not weird. You're special.
Just teasing. Kudos for six very interesting characteristics.
Kilroy is confused; is Google running short of cash to make Blogger WORK?
Have you switched to Blogger Beta? Just curious; I'm having a terrible time getting comments posted today. Old Lady suggested posting as anonymous and it worked.
I'm running way behind on my Writing 1,000 Comments experiment. This one is easy, though. {I promise to return soon for commenting and I greatly appreciate your support} You, my friend, have been tagged! It's my first meme, 'Tis The Season
One more quick one; I must have missed asking this before...can you update or fix my link?
Kilroy Was Here!
How do you label your post-it notes? On a post-it note?
I think it would be really funny to steal others' office supplies and remove the tags. Just kidding.
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