Sometimes, when no one’s looking, I put ketchup on my mashed potatoes. Lots of it.
Alpine:
Well… I’ll be 39 this year, and sometimes (although very rarely, but still) I will want something “light” to read cuz my brain hurts too much to absorb Tolstoy, so I’ll pull out one of my Nancy Drew books. I have the whole set.
::sheepishly leaving this thread in utter embarrassment::
“Shayna… [one of] the most despised posters on this board.” As declared by WallyM7. (And if you want to know who the others are, click here. I’m in very good company!)
“Mom, he’s a neo Nazi! He’s a doctor also? Well…” - an original WallyM7 sig.
“How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.” - Anne Frank
I sometimes watch professional wrestling.
But only for the articles.
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
What a bunch of rookie wusses!
Library books: I don’t use a bookmark. I fold the corner of the page. Yep, dog ear it, even though they tell you not to.
Hey, I’m living on the edge. Don’t try to stop me. I’ll take you down with me.
I’m reading “120 Days of Sodom” and I’ve eaten Easy Cheese on…actual cheese.
And I’m listening to “The Safety Dance”…on repeat…
When a recipe says to seperate the egg, I just throw the whole thing in. Screw it!
“That basketball, was like a basketball to me!”
I read the “psychic orgasms” thread. Twice. Some parts three times.
“I’ll tell him but I don’t think he’ll be very keen. He’s already got one, you see!”
Man. I thought I was tough.
The vixen has no fear!
I subscribe to “People.” And I like it.
Lisa, watching every ounce of my credibility going down the drain.
slythe, over 50% of the MB have confessed liking Hudson Hawk, you need something better that that.
I own a Shania Twain CD. I read romance novels occasionally, even Harlequins. I eat at Taco Bell. I like Star Trek. I read comic books. I think Pokemon is cute.
Do I win yet?
Hey, I have one.
Bless me Cecil, for I have sinned. As I am not a Catholic, it has been 20 years since my last confession.
I got fed up with my shaggy hair (growing it out) and CUT IT MYSELF yesterday. A makeup compact, bathroom mirror and scissors. Cut about an inch off the back.
I didn’t do too badly, either. You can’t even tell. In 6 weeks, when the top grows more, I’ll go get it cut for real, but it was only the bottom layer, and damned if I’m gonna pay $35 for one part of my head.
In the name of Cecil, and Ed Zotti, and Slug, ADope.
A little persistance goes a long way. Announcing:
“I go on guilt trips a couple of time a year. Mom books them for me.” A custom made Wally .sig!
GAWD! Me too!!! I’m still in mourning!!! Man that show was sleazy, scummy, slimy and so damn good!!!
Oh, and keeping with the OP. Sometimes, when no one is looking, I pick my nose and fling the booger out the car window.
Pardon me while I burst into flames.
I…er…play pretend.
No, no, not Role-Playing or anything like that. Just the traditional childhood imaginative play. When I wash the dishes, I pretend that I’m a famous chemist. At school, walking between classes, I’m a spy at the Enemy Base, searching for the Secret Files.
And I’m nearly nineteen years old.
I read Elizabeth Peters novels. They aren’t romances, damn it! Really!
In class, I listen attentively to the teacher with the sole intention of coming up with an Intelligent Comment. To me, it’s all a competition to see which student can make the most Intelligent Comments during class.
I talk to myself. All the time. And not only that, I talk to other people in my head. Sometimes fictional characters, sometimes people in real life. Actual conversations.
In fact, it’s often more interesting talking to people in my head, simulating their replies, than it is to talk to them in real life.
Okay, that’s a little scary. I think I need to stop now.
Oh my… I have more too…
I love to go out and take a piece of chalk and just draw on the sidewalk (and I’m 17… my little cousins compliment me on my chalk art)
I talk to the people I know in my head as well. People I know irl and the ones I’ve made up. (Or are they just my other selves?)
I am a big BSB fan (as stated above) I have all their cds a bunch of posters, books I… I mourn the fact that Kevin and Brian are engaged (not to each other you sick minded people!)
I enjoy reading kids books. Not just Harry Potter, Ramona, How to Eat Fried Worms and the like but The Velveteen Rabbit and the like… (They are really good books! If you haven’t read them Why not?)
Whenever I get bored I create new characters to play in the RPG. I have so many I forget who I am sometimes.
I’m Canadian… and I’m not a hockey fan. (I don’t hate it but why get so excited about a black piece of rubber getting tossed around the ice by grown men pretending to be boys that get paid uncounted millions for it?)
Never run from anything immortal, it attracts their attention.
Cristi said:
I did, too. On their 25th anniversary tour - one of the most fun shows I’ve ever seen, the entire audience was singing along, and there were guys dancing on the decks of the Intrepid…
Another confession: I cry like a baby every time a see a character die or get hurt in a Disney cartoon. Bambi’s mother, Mufasa, the head gorilla in Tarzan… the waterworks just open right up. And it’s gotten worse as I’ve gotten older.
I read Star Trek novels. And, even worse, I read Highlander novels. (Highlander was an obscure Canadian TV show starring a large, gorgeous and nearly unintelligible English guy. I loved it. And the novels are just terrible, but I read them anyway.)
Catrandom
Go to a vet that’s also a taxidermist. Either way, you’ll get your cat back. Sig courtesy of the amazing WallyM7
I am in love with a song by Kenny G. and Aaron Neville.
“Organs gross me out. That’s organs, not orgasms.”
-the wallster
I drink the diet soft drink TAB. It’s much better than Diet Coke, I tell you!
I used to watch soap operas, and still would, dammit, but they were taking over my life. I had to go cold turkey.
I have been known to read Harlequin Romances. (But haven’t read one in over a year. Really.)
I watch “Adam 12” on TV sometimes.
There’s so much more…so much shame. I can’t bear it all.
TopezAntares confessed:
Argh, you too? What do you talk to them about, if I might ask?
I tell my friends what I think of them. I go into lengthy self-analyses, theorizing why I’m the way I am. When I write the dialogue for people I know, they always ask the right questions and say the right things. They are much more insightful than they are outside of my brain.
I also do Nobel prize acceptance speeches, and Larry King interviews. <g>
I try to look at this as an exercise in the delicate art of dialogue-writing for future novels, not as the onset of dementia.