I pick my nose. Having broken it twice, the schnoz now possesses many nooks and crannies that refuse to give up the boogers no matter how hard I blow.
I can not factor radicals, trinomials, differences of perfect cubes, sums and differences of perfect cubes, etc. without a fountain pen without going batshit-loonball, seriously.
There is no safety for honest men but by believing all possible evil of evil men.
–Edmund Burke
Diane,
Good things you’re not me…9 times out of 10, my good friend calls me and flushes while we’re talking. Then she announces “I just took a dump”. Is that sweet or what?? GROSS!!!
I’m very lucky. The only time I was ever up shit creek, I just happened to have a paddle with me.
–George Carlin
Hehe… I do that to my girlfriend all the time, and she hates is too 
For a woman, naturally, it’s a very disgusting thing to do.
I too have quirk, come to think of it: I can’t STAND the touch of wood. I’m fine with sticks in the forest etc., but I HATE the touch of wooden spoons and other wooden cutlery. And oh, those wooden spoonies you get at an Australian Ice Cream place… YUCK ! I’ll have the cone thank you very much mate.
My girlfirend’s got this theory that it’s because of my parents letting me inside the baby box too long when I was a baby, because they were affraid I’d hurt myself… the baby box had wooden bars, hence the dislike for wood. Makes some sense.
Coldfire
(who just flushed)
“You know how complex women are”
- Neil Peart, Rush (1993)
Have you people considered professional help? You guys are nuts. 
–backing out slowly – not making any sudden moves–
One complete set of morals for sale to highest bidder, new in box.
I wonder if we have the same friend? Is her name Jaime? Not only will my friend do the same, she will sometimes fart in the telephone when we are talking and then laugh her ass off.
If I ever told anyone about this they would never believe me. She comes across as very proper and classy. I guess she just thinks I am special enough to share with. Lucky me 
>^,^<
KITTEN
Coffee, chocolate, men . . . Some things are just better rich.
I pace when I am on the phone. Always, without exception.
I also occasionally run through kata when on the phone (we have a cordless).
This is the main reason I do not own a cell phone or a car phone. “Kata and cars don’t mix”. or is that “Friends don’t let friends kata and drive”. or is it “If you must kata, don’t drive”. Well, you get the point.
What more could you expect from somebody who lets people kick him to the head?
I need silence to sleep. Ticking clocks take me a while to get used to, and any sounds from my neighbors upstairs–like walking across their floor/my ceiling and making a gentle thud–and I bolt awake. WIDE awake, scared awake–my heart pounds loud and hard, and it will take hours to relax enough to sleep again.
I also need near complete darkness to sleep. Ironic, considering how afraid of the dark I was as a child. I can nap in daylight, but serious sleepin’ needs darkness.
I hate the feel of wet hair on my neck–the worst is putting on a turtleneck when the hair’s wet. YARGH!
When I’m tired, my legs itch, REALLY itch, to where I’ll make raw spots on my calves from scratching too hard. I’ve been curbing this habit in the last few months.
I crack my back. (And most every other joint in my body.) When I get stiff at work, I’ll just twist to each side and c-r-r-r-r-r-r-i-i-i-c-k! Ahh… Flips the kids out. Actually, flips most people out. But it feels better, really, and has been doing this on its own for over 10 years.
I have a horrible time sleeping in unfamiliar environments–even if I do actually get to sleep, I tend to do weird stuff like talk, walk, scream, etc. while sound asleep. This problem was more or less cured through the many choir tours I went on in college, but phew!
When exiting AOL, all windows must be closed before signing off, even though they don’t have to be.
I talk to myself, too, Sycorax. I prefer to call it “thinking out loud.” Drives my boyfriend nuts, though.
Wow, that’s enough idiosyncracies for me…
I also crack when I move; in fact, I believe I have audibly cracked nearly every joint in my body. The only exceptions I can think of are the tiny bones in my inner ear, and the sutures of my skull. (And I’m not too sure about the latter, because I definitely heard something crack during that skiing accident a few years ago. ;))
Well, every time I change radio stations I mentally add the station numbers together. Also, when I see random words on billboards or cars I try to rearrange them.
Pontiac=Caption
Yeah, I am the life of the party.
It’s not bragging if you can do it - Satchel Paige
I can’t eat McDonald’s food in the restaurant. I like the food, but the thought of the dirt, yelling kids, ignorant people… drive thru, all the way.
I don’t like raisins by themselves. I only like them in baked goods, casseroles, and salads.
Most common question I ask: “What?”
Most common question I get: “Are you really hearing impaired?”
Eat one food at a time.
Like all the green beans first, then finish the potatoes, then the steak. No mixing.
All y’all single fooders: I have that same quirk too. I couldn’t eat ketchup on french fries for the longest time. I still can’t eat a hamburger with tomatoes and such on it. (But I don’t mind the bread). For some reason I remember a strange public service announcement about not drowning your food in condiments, but rather let the taste of each come individually.
But then again, I could just be crazy.
Examples:
I can’t eat cereal with milk in it.
I wear my watch on the right hand rather than the left.
I must wash my hands before and after going to the bathroom.
And when I buy a new piece of software, I will install it, uninstall it, and install it one more time before I use it.
I can not stand for anybody to see my feet! In the summer, it’s awkward, everybody else is barefoot or in nice, airy sandals, but I just can’t…the poor things haven’t seen sun in at least a decade. I thought they were ugly before, but each year they just seem to get paler and bonier. And foot veins! Eww!
I go so far as to run into the bedroom and throw on some socks before I’ll answer the door. I think we’d been sleeping together for at least six months before my husband saw my bare feet. He didn’t seem to mind the socks in bed, but showering together was a bit of a challenge…
“The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources.” Albert Einstein
I can’t stand the sound someone with dry hands makes when running their hands over material that snags easily. (like the inside of hotel bedspreads)
I have a compulsive urge to crack my neck whenever I get into the car.
I brush my teeth in the same way every time.
When I get nervous or stressed, I rub my collarbone.
So I’ve heard. But trust me, from what I know the situation really IS that frightening. (I’m in Canada, where we just got gay common-law marriage - it’s a start! - and we like snickering about the US.)
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Anyway Matt, about that Countries & Capitals thing: here’s a few.
- Burkino Fasso
- Liechtenstein
- Brazil
- Belarus
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Ouagadougou, Vaduz, Brasilia, and Minsk. (And you misspelled Burkina Faso.
Please…Help me understand this. What in the friggin’ world is a trough??? I’m in South Florida and have never seen, much less heard of a trough in a restroom. I thought troughs were things that livestock ate or drank out of. I just can’t imagine a bunch of guys standing around a trough pissing. Is this some sort of regional thing?
I’m glad I heard of this before unknowingly walking into some restroom in the middle of nowhere and seeing such a spectacle!
Matt,
If those capitals were off of the top of your head, you really ARE good. But then, you’re Canadian and not American as I so wrongly assumed
(They’re gonna drag me to the pit for that one, eh ?)
Anyway, good to see Canada’s doing something for the position of gay people also. Denmark also has a gay marriage thing, and there are probably more. But like it is with most immoral and risquee things, us Dutchies were the first to do it
Cheers,
Coldfire
“You know how complex women are”
- Neil Peart, Rush (1993)
I eat salt. Not just on things, either; it’s also yummy straight out of the shaker. I am the only person I know who owns a salt lick, and actually licks it.
Laugh hard; it’s a long way to the bank.
Auraseer, I eat salt too. My favorite kind is the big chunks of salt like you get on a pretzel. In a pinch, regular table salt will do, but I much prefer the big chunks. BTW, does anybody know what to call that kind of salt? I buy a German brand so I don’t know what it’s called in English.
“The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources.” Albert Einstein