5 Weird Things About Me
Thanks a lot Teri. (If it had been anyone else...)
- I make up music videos in my head to entertain myself.
- I’m addicted to Lysol.
- I still like Procol Harum.
- I’m a closet ‘control freak’. I know where all my things are and I’m lost if someone moves them... Which is how my family members entertain themselves.
- My bedroom is completely devoid of any type of mental stimulus. No TV, no radio, no knick knacks, no windows, no pictures of loved ones (actually, I have no pictures of loved ones up anywhere because that whole concept creeps me out.) All I have are a couple pieces of artwork, and I only have those because someone made fun of me once for having nothing on the walls.
My turn! I tag everyone on my buddy list that hasn't done this yet! If I have to do it, so do you!
posted by RT at 4:39 PM
12 Comments:
Hey You (sung in the tune of the Pink Floyd song)
Just stopping by to wish you a very Merry Christmas.
You would HATE my bedroom. I actually found myself envying you that you could have a room empty like that. It sounds so peaceful and serene. Mine is full of things - organized but cluttered. Wow. I have a whole new respect for you!
Oh, and the music video in the heard thing, I thought everybody did that...right????
I'm not a closet control freak. I wear that badge proudly.
For some reason, the last two sentences of this post are fuzzy. I couldn't read them.
Have a Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas, I promise I won't pychoanalyze you to next year...
I love the idea of having the bedroom as exactly that... a room of relaxation from everything. If only I could relax like that.
OK, the Lysol thing is kind of scary. I hope the exposure doesn't interfere with a Merry Christmas!
-- david
You wanna come clean my house and closet control the shit outta it? I'll let you. No, really.
I think Fred and I are drunk. Those last two lines... Man, fuzzy.
OK, I got my 5 up. I was out of town for the holiday. A belated Merry Christmas to you RT and Happy New Year.
You are such a good sport Mike. Did it give you a headache, too?
WW: If you're going to put the song in my head, then you have to comment accordingly. (Hey you... Is there anybody out there... Just stopping by to wish you... A very Merry Christmas...) :o)
Fred, Jenn: Wimps.
David: Ya know, I'm still trying to figure you out, but the fact that my Lysol addiction scares you, scares me.
Martin: You'll have to come see it for yourself :D
WW: You won't ;o) LoL
DDG: Ummm... Thank you?
I feel special now :)
I am a control freak, I can fully admit it. When I use to work at Bellagio, people at work would move 1 item just a little bit and take bets to see how long it would be before I noticed. Everything has its place :) heheheh
My bedroom is a bit like my living room in that it has a tv, a cd player and a large bookshelf. I guess that I just always feel the need to be entertained.
Well go on then, Linny! I had a hard time figuring mine out because I think most of the stuff I do is perfectly normal, it's everyone else that's weird...
But you have some really weird stuff going on! Tell me more, lol.
RT: It took your bitch slap across my blog's face for me to realize what you meant by "my buddy list." I thought you were referring to some private e-mail clique of yours ... but it seems you meant those to whom you had linked. Sorry about the misunderstanding.
Well, here I go. You can surely figure out four or five weird things about my formmy posts, so I'll give you three more here just to be sure: (1) I type almost entirely with three fingers on my right hand and one on my left; (2) I have around 900 CDs but less than ten of them are female artists; and (3) For years, I thought Don Henley's line in "The Boys of Summer" that goes "I can see you, your brown skins shining in the sun" was actually "I can see you, your bras get shattered in the sun."
-- david
Post a Comment
<< Home