I know if I drink coffee in the evening I will be awake all night and will have to pee every half hour. Yet, I still do it.
Read Crime Library at night. There’s no excuse for it. Oh sure, I tell myself before I start that I’m a grown woman and letting pixels on a screen scare me witless is childish. And yet every time I find my scaredy-cat behind cowering under the blanket in the dark. It’s even worse if my husband isn’t here.
I was gonna mention procrastination a while ago. I got it bad.
The other thing is eating “bad” (as in severely expired/rancid) food. Several times in my adult life I have sniffed food, been unsure, eaten it anyway, then paid for my mistake. :o <–puking smilie
Whenever leggy supermodels stop me on the street and insist that I accompany them to the Far East for a week of consequence-free nastymaking, I always know I’ll have to make lame excuses later for the work I had to postpone, but alas, I am truly weak.
I go to the shared folder and click on a folder and when it’s not the one I want, I click that little back arrow that takes forever, instead of the up-folder that takes but a moment. Oh wait, that’s I do it…EVEN when I SHOULD know better. I guess that’s a different thread.
I say “ottoperson/ottopeople” because I think it’s cute, even though I know ottoman is not gender-unneutral. I insist on “laundrymat” even though it is wrong. And I will go to my death declaring that those red things grown inside green olives, and marshmallows grow on plants.
I live on Diet Mt. Dew. Live on it. Everything else I eat is healthy as all get out - whole grains, fresh fruit, moderate healthy fat…and then the 24-ounce bottles of Diet Mt. Dew. Yes, that’s bottles - as in more than one a day. And I complain I can’t sleep it night - connected? Nah.
I know I need to quit…everyone tells me I need to quit…I’ve tried and gotten really close to quitting…I’m just not there yet.
Susan
When I get up in the morning… there it is… a red spot on my forehead, slightly warm, slightly painful, about the size of a pinhead. If I put gentle pressure on it, I can feel the delicious pain of that tiny waxy sebaceous bullet that blocks a charge of lymph and pus. But it’s just a slight swelling at this point… it hasn’t yet risen to become a tiny ovoid protrusion, with the slightest bit of a sheen from the smoothness of a tiny patch of skin that has ever so slightly stretched out its imperfections of tiny wrinkles and pores.
This one is going to be a wet cruncher, I can tell, but it’s not quite ready to harvest. I try to resist, knowing that squeezing an unripe zit will require undue pressure, making angry fingerprints surrounding it, that all the glossy magazines say you squeezing them will only make them worse, a bloody oozing crater in the middle of my forehead. But it’s too late now… I have felt the feverish ache of the trapped ochre crying to me to free it, and I could not resist even if I tried. Using the flats of my fingernails I create a roll of skin with the zit trapped inside, and slowly start rolling my nails toward the center. With a wet pop, the plug shoots out, with a few droplets of fluid accompanying it. But the ache isn’t yet gone, I can still feel resistance. I roll the last of the skinfold hard this time, and finally I am rewarded with the crunchy sensation of the rest of the contents blooming out of the tiny pore like a kernel of popcorn suddenly bursting open. Though I know I don’t need to wait for the tiny blood-tinged bead of lymph to tell me that my job is finished, out of habit I press anyway until it appears. That’s part of the ritual.
Satisfied, I daub up the remnants, pausing briefly to admire the size of the expressed core, and realize that once again my forehead looks like a bullseye. Oh well. That’s why they invented bangs.
Beautifully articulated, with a satisfying ending. I occasionally squeeze before that (although I’ve almost trained myself not to) and the results are unsatisfying and detrimental.
Until last year, I was you. Then I found out about the Reach Easy Access Flosser – it looks like a toothbrush, but with replaceable heads that consist of about a half-inch of floss. You floss, rinse the thing, floss again. I usually dip it in mouthwash before moving on to another tooth. They even make disposable models for kids. (I don’t know if Reach does; the baggie of them I bought for my son were store-brand.)
But this Reach dealie is FABULOUS. No more gross, long, wet, stinky pieces of dental floss to cram into your mouth! No more hard-to-reach spots. This is actually more or less fun, hygiene wise. Give it a try! It might cause you to mend your ways.
Once a year I start to feel frumpy and get a little crazy with the hair dye.
I used to get highlights, but they need to be redone every 3mo at a minimum, and they’re really freaking hard on my budget. I tried to wean myself of them and go back to my natural dirty dishwater mousy blonde.
Last time I gave in I got one of those Loreal kits that have an all over color and a highlighting color.
My head was orange. No one seemed to notice but me (or they were too polite to say so).
The woman on the 800 number suggested doing an all over dye back to dark ash blonde.
But I don’t like ash blonde.
So I got another two part kit with an ash blonde base.
And was still rather orange.
Since the orange was from insufficient color lifiting, I got a regular highlighting kit and went a little nuts pulling the hair through the cap.
The look on my hairdresser’s face said it all. That one cost $145 to fix, and I didn’t really like the fixed results all that much either. I let it all grow out.
This year my college friends were coming into town for a visit and again I felt frumpy.
I dyed it “light auburn” with a semipermanent dye.
It turned bright red. Opinions were mixed - I got a 50/50 mix of “what great red hair!” and “Oooh, that’s not permanent is it?”
The thing about semi-permanent dye is that if you stray too far from your natural color, it’s no longer “semi.”
I lifted it a bit with a color removed and overdyed it with a medium warm blonde and like the results. At least I didn’t have to pay the hairdresser to fix it this time.
I’ll probably stick with the medium blonde until a year from now, at which point there’s no telling what I’ll think is a great idea. If I post about it here, someone please smack me.
I refuse to do those silly crowd things at a ball game. When the organ plays that bugle call riff, I holler, “Marge!” I stand up when I see the “wave” approaching. When it gets to me, I sit down. Rock and Roll, Part 2 plays, and everybody else yells, “Hey!” Right after that, I yell, “What?”
For me at the moment it is trying to keep the penis away from the piercing.
I know that as soon as I post this so that I have something that I can put ahead of the Penis thread…someone will once again post to the Piercing thread.
I can not begin to tell you why this is bothering me…Or rather, I won’t begin to tell you why this is bothering me so…but, it is!!!
I can’t help myself!
Post on SDMB at work. Hey…I spend a lot of time sitting around wating for things to finish.
Morning after morning I say, “Tonight I’m going to bed. I’m not going to stay up, and I’ll leave the board alone.” Yet here I am.
And no, I won’t start the new project before the old one is done. But it’s sooo much more fun.
Evening after evening I say, I should go to bed instead of trying to stay up and watch TDS/Colbert. And most nights I end up sleeping all night on the couch, Comedy Central informercials droning on.
And no, I won’t buy new fabric until I use up my stash. :smack:
Hmm, I am in the always-promise-the-dentist-to-try-and-floss camp, so I may have to look into that Reach dealio.
Uh, yeh, I can’t even think this with a straight face! I have a couple of bolts that I got at a going out of business sale for $2/each with at least 20 yards on them. It will take me a while to use that up! I am thinking next Ren-Faire will see my daughter and me in pink and blue satin!
I eat more candy and sugar than I ought to be eating. I alrEady have cavities and fillings all over my mouth, so what will a few more hurt at this point, I figure.
I listen to my music louder than I should. While I can still hear well at age 37, I know that by the time I am 60 I’ll probably have incurred notable hearing loss.
I go to bed later than I should and I try to cram more activity into my day than I should, so the time I allow for rest is not as much as it should be.
To my credit there are some things I have managed to work out of my system. I don’t eat nearly as much fast food as I used to eat, and after getting a dozen or so speeding tickets over the first ten years of holding a driver’s license I decided it just wasn’t worth it. As of this year I’ve gone ten years without a speeding ticket (knock on wood).
You…don’t ever attend Dodger games, do you? I mean, I ask purely out of curiousity. 
Trying to like coffee or tea. Every few months I give in to the wonderful smell of coffee/tea and actually think, “Maybe this time it will be tasty, and I can hang out like all the other cool kids sipping my latte”.
And then I get my drink.
And I take one or two sips and go, “Bleh”.
And then I let it sit for 10 minutes.
And then I throw it out.
Eat and throw up. After doing it for years, it’s become… pleasant. My poor teeth, though, and my poor checkbook
Also, add me to the people who shouldn’t drink coffee in the mornings. I always drink two or three cups at the diner or at work and wind up running to the bathroom at some horribly inconvenient time once it filters through my system. Somehow this never entices me to stop drinking coffee.