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Yes yes to the nits one. In fact I’m itching right now!

I hate Top Gear but I let everyone know about it.

YES to the gastro & nits. As for the stalking, I’m not allowed to watch any of those missing people shows or else I freak myself out as I walk down the street: *voiceover* “LaLa was last seen walking down Taylor Street, witnesses also reported seeing a blue station wagon loitering behind her”. Can cars loiter? I think so.

ahhha yes! or when something you eat may possibly have been after its best before date, in the back of my mind i secretly hope for food poisoning + 5 kg weight loss that comes it it.
everyone is a little strange
also, the choir thing is slightly weird but this Helsinki choir of complaints is the bomb!

haha! i don’t actually do any of those (which I’m surprised at!), but the gastro made me laugh

Hmmm, kicking your ass for the choir comment would mean I’d get to go to Australia, but I’ll restrain myself for now. And I love Top Gear, but not when they’re actually talking about cars – that’s boring.

As for nits, not only do I itch, I swear I can feel things moving through my hair!

I think that the choir things are adorable! I like it when people do what they want, even if they aren’t on the professional level. Though that sort of thing does attract sort of goofy sorts.

I don’t have most of these tics, though I will give up foods (often permanently) after a bad experience. I, for example, no longer go to Taco Bell — though if you want to drop a few kilos from a gastro-intestinal malfunction, that’s the place to go. And I dislike repeating myself at all (joke or no) because I find it mortifying, especially if it didn’t go over very well the first time. People never seem to get it out of context (or let’s face it, occasionally even in-context).

My own tics include:
- Still trying to avoid the cracks on the sidewalk by altering my stride length.
- Not liking to be touched after 10 p.m.
- Not being able to sleep the night after a horror movie, every time. Then going back to watching them the next time an interesting-looking one comes out.
- Pretending to like martial arts movies for my gent.
- Losing my purse, pretty much every day. Then finding it in weird places. I think it moves.
- Going into stuffed animal shops and hugging most of them before leaving.
- Going roughly one layer less than is necessary because I believe somehow Pennsylvania will become hotter than it is, and always being freezing.

HAHA, when I read the amateur choir comment I thought, “hmm, she should be careful when writing things like that”… and then the final comment validated my thoughts.

I secretly pretend to like movies like; Mall Rats, Clerks etc… all the Jay and Silent Bob flicks. For some reason there was a stage where I had these films shoved down my neck, so it was easier to pretend I liked them.

And definately YES with the apples, you never crave them until you bite into them.

Yes to just about everything! Particularly the adult choristers. I’ve met a few and they are definitely to be put into the ‘weird basket’. And yep, one bad apple ruins it for the rest of them!

I could kick your ass about the choir thing, but since I haven’t got up the courage to go to one yet, I won’t.
And I’m with you on the gastro thing.

Sometimes, yes, yes, a bit, no, no but I wonder what broken limbs are like, yes, yes and sometimes I worry other cars will think I’m stalking them when we take the same turns into suburbs, maybe
(didja get all that?)

How about being unable to resist the “try me” buttons in toy stores?

The nits one is sooo true!
Even when I see like a cat or dog scratching themselves, my head gets itchy. It’s gross… and it’s making my head itchy now. Blegh.

The apple thing is true too. I hate those ones that are a bit soft and fuzzy inside, how disgusting! x

Top Gear.
I thought the whole point of it was to hate it.
Or is it not kewl to admit to hating it?
Perhaps if you’re female and y’know even the slightest bit mechanically-minded, your hackles rise when you hear the theme-tune.
I comfort myself with the knowledge that if even one of the fawning ninnies that crowd around the Top Gear blokes, said the word “TITS” out loud – there would be a lemming-like stampede and then an explosion of puberty-hormones. They make it easy to feel patronising about a certain type of man (or woman – brolly dollies I’m looking at you …. oooh just google it ….).

People who laugh or ape my wonky gait in public as I go through continuing middle ear vertigo wobbling. Fuckers – I hope people laugh at you when you have a stroke.

Apples are nothing compared with the duplicity of the average pear or grape.

Top Gear and that damn Bear Grylls, two things i have to pretend to LOVE around Mike…

Oh gosh, I thought I was the only one with the apples thing. Haha