I basically do the same thing, and I can’t stand it when the food touches!
I also drink my drink last. I do it because my Mom had to take my drink from me when I was a child (I was a picky eater and would fill up on milk). She would determine when I could drink during the meal. Now, I have 75% of my drink left at the end. If I’m at a restaurant, I will sit there and finish it. I figure, it’s paid for, may as well drink it!
Wow. You’re on, Mac!! 
Tasting salt in my food makes me cough. My doc told me that it is similar to when people look into the sun and squint or sneeze, and that it had nothing to do at all with allergies.
I’m very careful to keep my head down when I first bite into something so as to avoid sharing my mouthful with my dining partners, and occasionally have to explain that no, I’m not choking, and yes, the food is fine.
Fortunately, unless there is a lot of salt, after a minute or so I no longer cough and can continue to eat normally.
Man, Biggirl, I can’t top Santeria. Actually, I don’t think Santeria is weird. It’s just something that some people do to express their faith. [shrug]
You know, it was difficult for me to narrow down something weird to post because I’m just SO normal. 
But here it is. I’m scared of sick people. I don’t want to be around them or touch them or breathe the same air they do. I mean I’ll help them if they need for me to, but my fear of them is so strong, I just get kind of weak-kneed, my stomach gets queasy, and I get so anxious I feel like I can’t breathe properly. I have to get away from them as soon as possible. I feel this way if I have to go to the hospital to visit a sick friend too. Hospitals just traumatize me. There’s this psychic pall that hangs over them, and I as soon as I step in there it just overcomes me so that I can’t stay there long. Oh, and don’t let me get sick. I’m the worst person to be around when that happens. I’m so bad I get on my own nerves, and I wish so badly that I could just get up and leave myself until I get better, but unfortunately I haven’t figured out how to do that yet.
I must put 2 even rows of french fries on all my hamburgers. I must the spread ketch-up evenly ontop of the fries. I’ve never tried a cheesburger in all my life, though strangely enough, I consume ungodly amounts of hamburgers.
Ever since I was a wee child, I have visions of my older brother chasing me through the house with mayonaise (sp?) I have some tremendous fear of it. Honestly, the thought alone would make me squirm. I swear I’d jump through a window if it ever touched any part of my skin. I can’t eat at the same table where it’s served, or be in range of it’s smell. I can go on. . . .
Whenever I eat something that has a food-within-a-food, I always try to finish the outside food first before starting on the inside food.
For example, if I’m eating a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup, I’ll first try to eat all the chocolate from around the peanut butter. Only when I’m done will I try to eat the peanut butter. Same goes for chocolate covered marshmellows, M&Ms (yes, I try to eat the shell first without disturbing the chocolate underneath) and other such foods.
Zev Steinhardt
I like goldfish crackers in my salad.
When I am reading, sometimes I count the number of letter in each paragraph. When I get two consecutive paragraphs with the same number of letters, I’m happy.
Also when I’m reading and I find two three-digit numbers, my brain won’t allow me to continue until it has mentally multiplied the two numbers. Then I have to get a calculator and verify that I did the arithmetic correctly.
I find women with bright blue, green, or purple hair to be very attractive. Bright orange, red, or pink hair, on the other hand, is a major turn-off.
How about things with layers like Kit Kat, do you eat all the outside first, and then go through it layer by layer?
P.S. I’ve always fantasized about being told I haven’t touched my food and then slamming my hands in it going “There, There I’ve touched it” à la YOung Frankenstein. Someday it will happen and I can die happy, someday.
Man, Zev, that’s just freaky. How the hell do you eat an M&M shell-first? Do you do this with burritos, too? Twinkies? If someone buys you a soda, do you eat the can first?
My little food thing is brand-new; it’s still pretty weird, even to me: Take a jar of peanut butter (it must be creamy! chunky style is the work of Lucifer and conspiracy theorists!), some raisins, and a fork. Sprinkle a healthy pinch of raisins on to the surface of the peanut butter, in the jar. Poke a couple around with the fork, until they’re all stuck together with a little of the PB. Consume. Repeat. Just don’t ask me where the hell I got this.
Other than that, I talk to myself. A lot. If there’s something important I’m going to have to say to someone, I’ll practice it to myself for days. There’s usually no one else around to listen. Except when someone walks around the corner and surprises me, I have to try and roll whatever I was saying into some kind of song I was apparently singing out loud. “So, if I still have vacuum in the system here, then the float switch must still be on a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair…” Very embarrassing.
- Dave
I like linking to my own posts and satisfying puritan curiosity.
I bury my French Fries in salt. No matter what the fast-food restaurant, if I have fries, I have to get extra salt so I can thoroughly coat them before I eat 'em.
Okay, so it’s no extra nipple, but there you go…
I have noticed, I always end up subconciously preferring, or going to the side of the bed that is farthest away from the door.
I put sour cream in my Ramen noodles, instead of butter.
(Water has to be drained out too)
If a guy has to ask, if he can kiss me - the answer is no. (Planning a kiss is awkward! More points for spontanaety)
I drink more cans of Mt Dew in a day, than hours I sleep in a night. (This is probably why i don’t sleep)
I like to leave strange treats in my mailbox for the mailman at least twice a week. Somehow he always manages to make sure I get an overabundance of cool samples, and the junk mail, haven’t seen it in over a year. And if it’s raining he comes to my apartment with the mail! (Too bad he’s not young and sexy - i’d have to slip my apartment key in there one time)
I can make the predator noise. (Comes in handy for scaring new boyfriends in the middle of the night)
D’oh!! Preview! Preview! Preview!
Zev Steinhardt
csg@zev.here
me too, mmmm
Here’s another wierd thing. I have figured out how to burp not just with air going out, but also with air coming in. So I can basically burp till I get bored. I do NOT do it very often, only to show off the fact that I can.
I MUST have my toenails painted. When I go to get a pedicure, I don’t look at my feet until there’s polish on the nails. I don’t take off the old polish before I put on more.
I can’t eat artificial strawberry flavoured anything. Fresh strawberries only. I’m not allergic, it just makes me ill.
My grandmother is twins that didn’t separate properly. My father and his ‘twin’ brother were conceived two weeks apart, gestated in separate uteri, and born at the same time. She has the four nipples mentioned above, along with four ovaries and two uteri (sp?).
I can shove my pinky up my right nostril past the second knuckle.
I can’t even get past the first knuckle into my left nostril, though.
Hmmm. Maybe I’m not revealing "something weird about Fiver so much as I’m revealing “Fiver has a deviated septum.”
After posting about Barbie last week I got so excited that I went out on Friday night and bought a NEW Barbie.
I mean my friend went out and bought a NEW Barbie, and also a bride dress for Barbie No. 2.
New Barbie is very californian looking - pale lipstick - and has the NEW twistable waist. This means she can strike uncomfortable-looking poses, just like a real teenage model!
She has NO nipples at all. So my friend tells me. Honestly, some people!
Redbarb
I also wiggle my eyeballs. I can’t do it for very long, or in rapid sucession, or my eyes get tired and hurt.
When I was young, if I was ever riding in the front seat of the car I would rotate sides of the road based on how many dashed lines in the road there were. Let’s see if I can explain. right-(dash)left-(dash)right-(dash) like that, but it was very fast and my eyes would move from each side of the road to the other. Much more difficult if we were, say, on the highway. My eyes would hurt for a very long time after that.
I sleep with my arms crossed, or I will never allow the pits of my elbows to be in plain view, (fear of having blood taken when I am least suspecting it)
When I am really horny I make this little giggle/laugh thing like “…hehe…he…hehehe…” sort of evil sounding but it drives my boyfriend crazy.
I HATE people who use stupid internet lingo. Not like LOL or IMO but when they say stuff like “how r u?” and it just drives me nuts. Are you too damn lazy to type the other 4 letters??
I have to hold M&M’s underneath my tongue to thoroughly melt them before I will consume them.
I have not yet broken any sex toys.
Redboss…I have a friend who has tons of old Barbie accessories…maybe your friend and mine could swap Barbie stories?