As a kid, I used to be so afraid of snakes, that the mere picture of one would cause me to burst into tears (a fact that was not lost on the bullies in the class). I got over it as i got older, especially while I was dating eatstoomuchjam since he owned a 6 foot boa constrictor named biscuit.
I'm good with snakes and spiders. But large flying beetles, millipedes and centipedes freak me to the point where I have to swiftly click the back button if I come across photos of them online. *shudder*
I'm okay with most bugs, unless it happens to be a centipede in my kitchen sink. Then, I'm less than pleased. It may have something to do with the fact that Christina is my mighty huntress and gets the bugs for me. Also, she talks to her prey.
i've broken my front tooth in the same place more than 10 times. the first time, i was playing 'trust' and was blindfolded and the person leading me told me to turn left so i did, right into a wall. the last time it broke was on a piece of sourdough bread at a fancy restaurant. i balk at the idea of having to pay $600 for a half a tooth that will just break off again because of something stupid (i NEED to eat, ffs) so i just left it. it's been about 10 years since the last time and my tooth is just fine, thank you.
I am so afraid of bees that I can't even stand the sight of a picture of one...at a family picnic, my own father chased me around the table with a dead bee. If one gets into my apartment, I have to get one of the neighbor kids to come get it out....
...I am all right with bees, but there are some insects that get me that way - centipedes, millipedes and cockroaches in particular. I have a bad time with maybugs too.
My first job was at the worlds bussiest MsDonalds when I was 15. It was my job to stand out by the road, waving to cars while dressed like The Hamburgler. I was eventually promoted to fry cook.
My first paying job was a part time waitress, but the one I always think of as the first was working for watervole, helping moderate a postal role-playing game. That was awesome.
I have distinct memories of learning to fly as a child. Rationally, I know they must have been dreams or fantasies, but I don't remember them that way. I recall very clearly how it's much harder than it looks to gain height when you're new at it.
There were three, actually. The one with Dax communing with all of her former hosts and Sisko sitting in for Joran (creepy!) was in the middle. The first one was an early Dax ep, started with an "E"...
(had to look it up)"Equilibrium" -- and is the source of the "misunderstood vegetable" line.
every surgery i've ever had involved removing something.
so far i'm minus: my appendix, omentum, and a little bit of intestine. a cyst that filled my sinus cavity, plus some of my septum 4 impacted wisdom teeth a biopsy of my cervix a mole from my upper lip
I've had all my teeth out, and my tonsils as a child, but I've got all my other bits. Even the ones I'd rather do without. (Uterus, I'm looking at YOU.)
oh my god i would PAY them to take out my uterus and ovaries. life would be so much smoother. but i'm only 30, have no kids, and have no physical reason for them to take that shit out other than it makes me psycho and it hurts me and i hate it and i'm not going to have kids.
Whenever I am walking, I coordinate my steps so I avoid stepping on cracks. This includes dividing points in tile flooring; I hate walking on tile that consists of squares too small for me to avoid stepping on the dividing lines.
This has nothing to do with "step on a crack and break your mother's back." It's just my brain, and something to occupy it with placing my steps.
I still have the occasional daydream about shapeshifting into a wolf or dog, or a horse, or even an eagle. Not into any sort of cat, yet, for some reason, but hey. (g)
Well, I think about it fairly often - and it's why I'm highly enjoying RPing werewolves with Angel lately - but the mental exercise of imagining the details I don't go over as much as I did as a late teen. I even go so far as to think about what a great way to lose weight and get into shape, since a canine has a much higher metabolism than us humans, and I'd only need to run around the neighborhood for an hour or so a night...when no one else is around, of course, so I can just enjoy sticking my nose into things and looking at the world a whole new way.
I have a strange suspicion that I caught Vincent D'Onofrio's character's speech rhythm from watching too much Law & Order: Criminal Intent. And that it makes me sound insane. :X
I don't fear being alone, but I am currently very, very, very fed up with it. I am spring cleaning so that I'll feel able to have people in my house. I need it so badly right now.
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I press the buttons on every crosswalk I pass, regardless of whether I'm actually crossing.
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I do something similar with automatic doors. I like waving my hand imperiously and seeing them fly open. XD
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I got over it as i got older, especially while I was dating
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I'm good with snakes and spiders. But large flying beetles, millipedes and centipedes freak me to the point where I have to swiftly click the back button if I come across photos of them online. *shudder*
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It may have something to do with the fact that Christina is my mighty huntress and gets the bugs for me. Also, she talks to her prey.
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eewwwwwww!
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My first paying job was a part time waitress, but the one I always think of as the first was working for
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In either arm.
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I have very wide ones, probably because I grew up in warm places and never wore shoes except for school.
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My DS9-fu is saying early Season 3, the episode where we find out about Dax's serial killed host, the name of whom is completely escaping me?
And if I were to have any sort of superpower, I would want to fly.
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I have distinct memories of learning to fly as a child. Rationally, I know they must have been dreams or fantasies, but I don't remember them that way. I recall very clearly how it's much harder than it looks to gain height when you're new at it.
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I could look it up, sure, but that would be too easy!
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(had to look it up)"Equilibrium" -- and is the source of the "misunderstood vegetable" line.
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so far i'm minus:
my appendix, omentum, and a little bit of intestine.
a cyst that filled my sinus cavity, plus some of my septum
4 impacted wisdom teeth
a biopsy of my cervix
a mole from my upper lip
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I've had all my teeth out, and my tonsils as a child, but I've got all my other bits. Even the ones I'd rather do without. (Uterus, I'm looking at YOU.)
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Onto the windshields of other moving cars.
(Sorry, was in a hurry to take the dog out)
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This has nothing to do with "step on a crack and break your mother's back." It's just my brain, and something to occupy it with placing my steps.
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It's always something winged, with me.
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Oddly, I'm okay if a stranger is around (plumber or something), or if someone is asleep in another room.
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