Weird things about me
I have to shut and lock the bathroom door even when no one is in the apartment but me.
I now leave the door open, though, just during showers so I can hear the cd-player. (keeping a cd-player in the bathroom didn't work well - the steam killed it).
I keep new toothbrushes in the cabinet in case of guests.
I like the TV on when I read. I like to have something to do while watching movies (ie, draw, sew, read, eat, etc...) I get one channel on my tv sometimes. It doesn't always come in.
Sometimes, in times of stress, I stand on my head. I'm not very good at it, but it's a focusing thing.
I kick the upper kitchen cabinets shut. They're little ones above a window so they're rather high.
Certain doors have to be open, certain ones shut, door handles straitened.
I like to eat in the tub, but I never take baths now. This tub doesn't fit right (too used to claw-foot, I'm spoiled). I don't eat in the shower, but I do sometimes bring beverages.
I sometimes sleep with a kimono still on over my nightgown. I sleep better on dark-colored sheets. I can't sleep unless I pull the sheet over my mouth. (ie... I hide)
I never bother to change purses to match an outfit, but my undies usually have to coordinate with my bra.
I cry in the shower, unless I'm singing. I laugh at funerals. I laugh when I'm nervous, often can't cry if I'm sad, but I do cry when angry. My chest turns red when I'm excited. If one thing after another goes wrong (like car breaking down on a rainy day and I'm stuck walking for hours) I laugh like a mad-woman. I bite. I talk to the cat like a person. I talk to myself. I never get into my car without first looking into and under it.
I drink milk directly from the carton, but wont serve guests milk from a carton I've chugged from. I like to see how many grapes I can fit in my mouth at one time.
I dream a lot. In a one-hour nap, I'll wake up remembering tons of different dreams, usually insanely detailed. Sometimes I have a hard time figuring out something is just a dream, as they're very vivid. I hate polo-shirts on men. I like button-up shirts a lot. I have a drawer in my dresser that contains nothing but turtle-neck shirts and it is too full to shut.
Another weird thing: I write long, rambling boring posts about semi-weird things.