True Confessions

I'm up late trying to acid wash some jeans, and strange thoughts start to come to mind when I'm alone and tired.

I have weird phobias... maybe all phobias are weird by definition.

I am afraid to put a glove on without looking inside first for fear a spider has made a nest inside.

I am afraid of accidentally touching the bottom of any body of water with bare feet. Even in swimming pools, I'm afraid my foot will touch a drain unexpectedly.

I am afraid of my parents' pool cleaner. I am afraid that if I don't know where it is, I might touch it by accident. I don't even like touching it on purpose, but at least it doesn't freak me out as much. I feel there is a reason it is called "Kreepy."

I count swallows when I drink from a drinking fountain.

I always fish out the little white thing in raw eggs before using them.

I put discs back into the most convenient case instead of the right cases, much to my husband's dismay.

I won't eat mushrooms or shellfish, not because of the flavors, but because of what they are.

I never take the first item on the shelf. I always get one from the back because I feel it has been handled less and is less likely to be damaged or a return.

I once sorted all the L'Oreal lipstick colors in Target because they were all mixed up.

I am a perfectionist when it comes to selecting produce. I seriously spend way too much time trying to find produce that has no cosmetic flaws.

I never use the first stall in a restroom unless it is the only one open. If all of you do that, then I guess my plan to use a cleaner stall is foiled.

*sigh*

I need to chillax. I did get rid of one habit... I stopped trying to make the gas pump stop exactly on the dollar.

Baby steps, people!
Publishing this post seems like a good idea at 1:30 in the morning...