i play drumbeats with my teeth
i've got quite good at it now. i probably look like a mental when i'm doing it though as it can only be heard inside my head...
(beanojam isn't really Ricardo Flange, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 11:56, 7 replies)

Funny faces
I have this habit of pulling faces after I've walked past someone and said hello. I get a miniscule kick out of the contrast between my cheery hello and the gruesome face I pull immediately afterwards. Of course I only do this when there's no one in front of me who can see my face.

Until I was walking along a corridor at work, said hello to someone, pulled a gurny face, and realised that the door in front of me was glass and coming towards me was the regional VP and his entourage. He asked me what I had wrong with my face. I grinned pathetically and ran away.
(Smale is stuffed, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 11:55, Reply)

OCD
I have OCD very bad, in fact I have to call it CDO- 'cos thats alphabetical
(bugboy, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 11:36, 3 replies)

Cereal Killer
I eat bowls of cereal with a tea spoon. Every single person who has seen my do this says it's wrong and that cereal should be eaten with a big spoon. It my view it just makes the tastiness last longer.

Mmmm, cereal milk.
(Martin1337 was trying and failing to be funny at, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 11:33, 17 replies)

5² blips and other aural indecency
I fancy myself as the type that could have been a musician if things went different. This seems to rely on long gone nights spent in nasty basements, filled with instruments, jamming weird people, and mind altering substances. Some of this remains stuck in todays life, other parts have been with me from before that teenage riot thang. But let's elaborate on some of these tics:

One day, when i was but a young and in no way musically informed brat (think 90s Radio jabberwocky and my parents' folksy russian stuff), something in my head woke up. It was kind of a beat, went on to be a pattern for other stuff. Invaded by the ghost of an artsy, blasé, thin, dressed in black, cigarillo and ether smelly kind of thing. And i knew zilch of instruments - or even artists that even came close to make this plausible. Go figure.

This is how it goes with _for low and - for high:

-_--_ --_-_ --_-- _-_-- _--_- and spacing does not equal pause

And so the ten year old me went about, school, playground and everywhere, from time to time. beeboobeebeebooing away under my voice. It mostly started when i had to concentrate, or got nervous, or overly tired. So when the mind part for outside was powered down, after a few minuts this nifty little fiend tune pops up. At first playing in my head time after time, urging to squeeze out of any motoric orifice given, not unlike Kebab on a late sunday morning.

So i went humming, plopping lips, making squeaky kinds of noises, you name it. At times it happened to my walking, writing and whatnot. Would be happy to add rhytmic meat bashing here, to correspond with some of my favourite stories, but i was too young back then. And being thus rendered helpless to the inadequacy, while realizing what went on after a few seconds, i spent about a year, which was the high time, in constant fear of Ritalin wielding jazz musicians with propped up meaty ears. Kind of.

Will be glad if someone improvises on that, i tried it on some stuff but it won't come out in its true flavor. Will provide mumbling curses/porn audio to dub over.

Later exploits of the atonal kind involve the sensible matter of beatboxing. While i never regularly had a mic around, and come nowhere close to Beardyman and his likes, the lip farting bumpity spaz breath stuff is with me for good. Talking with it, throat singing, trumpet fake, the works. Now, with the scene discarded long since, i tend to snap into it on random occasions. With mostly no context of the surroundings, and high potential embarrassing ratio. Again, just outside of my circe of conscience, when it does do deed done. Including, not limited to:

- jazzy snares at someones birthday party, too much cheese in the actual "happy birthday" crank, also had residue of soggy chewy bits crawling out of mouth corners, imagine the contrast of grownup acting half posh bunch all friendly and socialite vs. mr. gurney face with slight convulsing arm motions, rather absorbed with gargling his bogey soup in the face of the birthday girl. No respect. Many Drinks Later Night.

- making a dumpster sized horde of punks flail to some massive jungle flava after a concert, with my then girl punching me discreetly, as another group started taking the piss with fart noises and beer belch. Which by the way fitted quite well. Any attention is worthy, i guess. Hey kids, that is what the DIY thing was about. No? The Shut Up Beer? Yes, please. Wet lips then though, so unnerved her and random folks the rest of the night, fueled by unexpected resultage. Popping a base at walkers-by from behind gives big fame, of dubitable nature.

- Remember the black dude from Police Academy upgrading his surroundings with noise fx, or Mario 64 jumping noises, or the Flintstones sounds? This happens firstly in my head, more so when intoxicated, and when i feel relatively unwatched, i play it out. Fighter plane crash ambience for arriving train, Level Up sounds when opening doors. Even watching people speak can make me mimic their voice.

So, birlike serial diarrhea of the noise gland. And i whistle both ways too, breathing in and out. From some classicky motif that i have let ferment for years, to totally off key jazzist moods that unnerve the shit out of anyone coming across. It has faded a bit since i am on the wrong side of being a twen, but at times it breaks out like dodgy farts on their pursuit of the skies. Queer looks. Pitiful grins. It is a bit above me to shut up though.
(funktrash soul = combustion engine, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 11:29, 1 reply)

Pretty normal, really
My OCD:

- I must check I've locked the back door at least twice before I leave the house.

- In common with others, volume levels on TVs, stereos, MP3 players etc have to be even numbers.

- When listening to music, can't turn off in the middle of a track, have to let it finish - can be a problem listening to e.g. Zeit by Tangerine Dream.

- If I'm buying something in a rack, e.g. magazines, CDs, books, I have to have the third one from the front.

- There are certain mugs for tea, and certain mugs for coffee. If anyone uses a tea mug for coffee, I have to make them change it.

- Similarly, I can only drink (say) Fosters from a Fosters glass, if served it in a (say) Guiness glass it feels wrong. (Someone will inevitably say "don't drink Fosters then.")

- All CDs, books, DVDs etc in A-Z order - but that's not OCD, really, is it, just common sense.

Pretty normal, really.

Dr S
(Dr Skagra glorious glargzhem, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 11:24, 3 replies)

My better half...
...won't throw out old underwear unless it's been washed first. Why? Because "it might upset the dustmen".

Her lady-parts don't smell that bad...
( reallywittyname veraciously conspues lexiphanicism on, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 11:19, 10 replies)

Toilet time
I cannot go big-toilet if there's a fly in the room. Not bothered about the resident spider, just flies. I will shoo the fucker out of the door if there's one in there. If the window is open, I will close it and then open it when I'm finished.

The worst occurance of this was last summer. I went into the toilet, locked the door and was just about to sit down when I heard 'zzzzzzzzz', the high-pitched zing of a mosquito. I scanned the room and found the bastard. After splatting it and wiping its remains from the wall I began to undo my jeans again when I heard another. 'Fuck' I thought and scanned the room again. I finally found it and slaughtered it.

About to sit down again and then another of the twats zinged about. Killed that one too. By now, I had the poo-shivers and my balloon knot was working overtime. By the time I could sit down I'd killed 6 of them.

I detest winged beasts with a passion. Except moths and butterflies. And ladybirds because they can exude a bitter tasting substance from their knees which is a cool defence against predators.
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 11:18, 5 replies)

Crumpets
I hate to see an uneven number of crumpets in our bread bin, so I always eat two crumpets at a time.

My wife regularly eats ONE CRUMPET.

This is most annoying if there are only two crumpets left and she eats the penultimate one.

Why would you do this?

I would rather look in the bread bin and find no crumpets than one.

Should I only have half a cup of tea with it?

How much energy is being wasted by the unutilised half of the toaster that could be creating a warm crispy bed for melted butter and sticky honey?

WHY WOULD YOU DO IT?
(yokelrobin THE NERD WHOSE HAIR DEFIES GRAVITY/FASHION, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 11:15, 9 replies)

German new world order
Ok so it's only order of the code but I once did some on site work for someone over a couple of years as and when needed, basically it was knocking up web pages and supporting them when busy.

Now there is no hard and fast rule on how to stick stuff in the CSS that I've ever been aware of but I do try to do it in some logical way and I'm sure someone will correct me on this, but hey it works.

However there was a german at this company who sort of ran it, and every morning I'd come in to pick up where I'd left off only to find that he would open up the CSS and RETYPE THE WHOLE LOT...in alphabetical order, sometimes being there until the very small hours getting it done.
(bluehamster, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 11:12, 2 replies)

I'm fussy with spoons
when eating trifle, I use a small spoon / teaspoon. ANything else that requires a spoon, I use a big spoon. But not just any big spoon. We have three different shaped ones. I only use soup spoons (which have a round head) to eat soup. I use a tablespoon to eat other spoon foods, but we have two types of tablespoon and I must use the slightly narrower elongated spoon because I turn the spoon to face my mouth on final approach so it goes in easier.

Also, I had to fight the urge to litter the above paragraph with "oo-er missus" after each innuendo.
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 11:10, Reply)

I don't understand OCD
I know everyone's meant to have it a little bit, and I know I do (lightswitches must click into place) but when it becomes a hinderance - locking and unlocking the door several times, handwashing disorders, money having to face the right way etc - doesn't it just become ... too much of a hassle to bother with?

A cynic could be forgiven for perhaps thinking it's some sort of attention-seeking or masterbatory/self-agrandising behaviour.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 10:50, 61 replies)

OCD?
I prefer "CDO"... It's just like "OCD", but all the letters are in the right order.

Seriously, though, I get really irritated if stacks of money are disorderly. All the bills must be facing the same direction, with the bottom of the bill to the right, without any major creases, and in ascending order top to bottom if in one pile. Working as essentially a cashier, this means my drawer is god-damned perfect.
(Trial.TM, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 10:43, 1 reply)

Eek Eek!
When I was around 11 or 12, I was a pretty unhappy kid and developed a number of nervous tiks. The weirdest of these was an irresistible urge to issue forth an ultra high-pitched noise, whilst keeping my mouth closed. Not quite a scream then, more of a, well, eek.It was absolutely compulsive.

I remember one evening, having spent a pleasant afternoon watching the athletics on telly with my grandad, my mother taking me aside and cornering me about this tik. I was mortified, of course, but had to own up - apparently old grandpa had thought his hearing-aid was playing up.
(Happybara The jungle came alive and took him, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 10:40, 2 replies)

The A19 north of Thirsk
is pretty much a straight run. That is until you get to Teesside when it weaves about a bit in big sweeping curves. When driving along this stretch at speed (it doesn't work under 50mph), I cannot help but sing the music from classic 80s arcade game OutRun because it reminds me so much of the first level.

A lot like this, and that particular tune.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WiWiTXq4yYY
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 10:34, 7 replies)

The Lucky Fish
Years and years ago, like, early-mid-90s, Mrs.Cadmonkey landed a rather cool job as the assistant tour manager to a globally touring rock and roll band and it meant that we would be apart for more than 24 hours for the first time in our fledgling 5-year old relationship. She would be away for seven weeks in Europe, and then 9 weeks in the USA, staying in decent hotels and travelling in a luxury double decker coach. Then she'd come back with nearly all of her wages in a big filthy wad. Fuckin' A!

Still, I was not, at that time, unknown for my general insecurity. I wanted to feel certain she would come back to me. The days counted down until the off, and she got all her bags packed and stuff.

About 10 minutes before she walked out of the door, she still had the suitcase lying open on the bed, doubtlessly tring to squeeze in one more pair of shoes. In a moment of inspiration, I walked to the bathroom.

On a high shelf was a small wooden bright blue fish. He had sat there, unregarded for many years, alongside the star fish, the fir cone the candle pots and the other 'aquatic'-themed brick-a-brac that prettified our bathroom.

As my missus was about to close the bag and wait for the cab, I tossed the fish into the suitcase, saying "Oh! Don't forget your Lucky Fish!" and she went "um-ok"

Over the next 16 weeks, that lucky fish sat next to my wife's toothbrush in hotels in 20-odd European hotels and at least as many American ones. Both the Fish and my Wife returned safe and sound. Then, with the aforementioned wedge in pocket, it accompanied us both on a long dusty trip to India.

Since then, the Lucky Fish accompanies us whenever we are away, quietly and constantly reminding us of home. Japan, Iceland, Amsterdam, What a lucky fish.

The other day we realised we should have taken a photo of it wherever it went, but it's too late now. Bah!
(CADmonkey rollllllllled another one, just like the other one, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 10:31, 2 replies)

Just think of the size of the sting!...

I remember I was just 9 years old, and at the time was fully immersed in my standard pastime of playing silly-buggers in my room on my own, (as I had no friends). So there I was, slap-bang in the middle of a particularly detailed and intense fantasy of deploying both Airwolf and K.I.T.T to destroy the Death Star, when my attention was suddenly hoofed back to reality by a sound eminating from our back garden. It was something I had never heard before, so being an inquisitive little shitehawk I went to the window to incvestigate.

What I saw shocked me to the very core and changed my life forever.

Now, we all knew about the small hive at the bottom of the garden. It was a wonderful nest, up in a tree that had developed naturally to being a couple of feet high, and my childlike curiosity was left in no doubt of the requirement to leave it and its inhabitants well alone, and by no means to poke at it with sticks and wotnot. Mostly it kept itself to itself, but today, the noise coming from the hive was different. It was a sort of:

“buzz, buzzzzzz, sniffle, *twitch*, buzzzz-sniffle-*twitch*”

As I continued to stare I began to notice that the occupants of the hive were dropping out of it like stones. They little yellow-and-black-how-do-the-fat-bastards-fly-anyway? fuckers had somehow ‘mutated’ overnight. Not only had they grown exponentially, but their middle legs had completely dropped off and their antennae had somehow transformed into sort of large, floppy ears.

Shaken to the very gizzards, I sprinted downstairs to my parents and screamed at them, asking if they had seen what was going on, and hoping beyond hope that they could provide some sort of explanation.

However, my folks seem nonplussed at their yelping, incoherent son as I grabbed them and directed their glance towards the window to present them with the phenomenal sight of these incredible new creatures, who by now had abandoned their natural instinct for pollen in favour of munching carrots…and the occasional cabbage leaf.

Yet as I turned towards my parents for some sort of assurance, they merely fixed me with a look of supreme nonchalance, before turning to me and fixing me with a knowing smile. Then, they simultaneously went over to the stereo and ensured the volume was on an even number, before going to the light swtch, turning it on, then off, then back on again. They then proceded to knock a piece of wood three times with the little finger of their left hands, before arranging every item in the house in alphabetical order, backwards, and doubling every inanimate item up so that it wouldn’t ‘get lonely’.

Gobsmacked, I thought it was the weirdest thing I had ever witnessed, but my Mum & Dad just treated it as if it was ‘one of those things’. With my mouth agape and my trembling arm still pointing towards the window, I enquired as to what the clattering cluster-fuck was going on, and why they were behaving this way. ‘Don’t worry” they replied reassuringly. “It’s just a simple case of ‘Bees-are-rabbits’”

And I wonder why I’m so fucked up.
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Fri 2 Jul 2010, 10:28, 8 replies)

I'll write them as a list, it seems appropriate…
Nothing can be wonky. Pictures have to be straight. Coasters have to be in parallel to table edges. Rugs have to be parallel to sofas.

CD's, DVD's and books have to be arranged alphabetically by artist/director/author and then chronologically.

All food items on a plate have to be eaten individually and in the order: Veg, spuds, meat or rice/pasta then sauce.

The whites on fried eggs have to be removed and eaten before the yolk can be touched. If the yolk bursts then the egg is to be discarded. If successful the yoke is to be eaten whole so it bursts in your mouth.

Bean sauce cannot touch any other food group with the exception of chips. Chip dams should be built to contain the sauce and protect the sausages etc.

Mushrooms should be peeled before cooking. Yes they bloody should.

When sitting idle you should lick the roof of your mouth, this will tickle, make a funny noise and make your cheeks puff out slightly.

When you're a passenger in a car you should count off the broken white lines in the centre of the road by tapping the canine teeth on the left hand side of your mouth together as you pass each line. This should be done in multiples of 24.

Volume settings on televisions and stereos should always be set to an even number, preferably in multiples of 6.

All condiments should be kept in the fridge.

Condiments are never to be put on food, this would be wrong. Food should be dunked into condiments.

All notes in your wallet should be in order with the smallest value notes at the front. The Queen should always be the right way up and facing forwards.

No coin of a value smaller than a 20p is to be carried about, these should be deposited in their relevant pots at home each evening.

When reading you cannot stop part way through a chapter. If the book has no chapters then you should finish when you reach a paragraph which ends at the top of the left hand page.

Cigarette butts should be squeezed so they go an oval shape before lighting.

Finger nails can only be cut whilst in the garden during the evening. No idea why.

Strange noises you hear on television, outside etc should be mimicked immediately and repeated later.

Only you are permitted to use the Cornelius the Kellogg's chicken breakfast bowl.

Think that'll do for now.

For the record, with practice most people will not notice you doing these things and you can successfully integrate into society.
( Dervel OTBC, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 10:09, 3 replies)

Not me, but Mr. Bats...
As evidenced by this QOTW, lots of people do lots of weird things. Food is a big area of this weirdness, and the boyf is no different. Generally speaking he's normal with his food. Washing hands, chopping boards and surfaces after cutting up raw chicken - good. Leaving the grill pan to soak in hot water and fairy - fine. Going into a spazzfit whenever he's near fish or seafood - okay, weird but fine. I don't like tinned tuna, whatever.

But BURGERS! He dissects it. He'll take the top half of the bun off, sometimes using it to scrape any garnish or topping away onto said top half and then fold the bottom half (burger and bun) into a half-sandwich and eat it that way, leaving the top half til last.

WHY?! What possible good does it do to turn an already sandwich-esque thing into a less sandwich-y thing?!

He's done this since he was a child apparently. I don't question it when we're out for a sneaky McDonalds, but WHY?!
( Bats, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 9:41, Reply)

Adobe Illustrator
When I'm working in Illustrator, every layer in the layers panel MUST be light blue. It infuriates me when I open someone elses job and all the layers are random colours so I make them all blue before I can start work.

I probably started doing it so paths can be seen more clearly as i'm drawing them but it's just OCD-ish now.
( underpont making all kinds-a-gains, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 9:29, 1 reply)

Hmm a few
I have to sleep with my feet covered. The sheet has to be wrapped around them, it's so scorpions don't crawl into the bed...
If I scuff my right shoe, I have to scuff the left one as hard so they wear out evenly.
Volume has to be in even numbers but not 6 because that's evil. I make a conscious effort to avoid the number 6, doesn't matter where it crops up.
If I walk past someone smoking I won't breathe until I am out of the smoke zone. This can cause trouble when they're walking the same way and I end up going blue or having to escape.
Plastic pegs have to go with plastic pegs, wooden with wooden.

{climbing specific}
Racking my climbing gear, certain nuts go with certain crabs.
They all have to face the same way.
Even though I check on the ground, I have to re-check everything at 15feet or so up. Knots, harness, the works.
Can't have odd numbers of anything, has to be even, so I take 4 or 8 cams on a route typically (avoiding that evil 6)
After every route I HAVE to coil the rope. It's then uncoiled for the next one.
{end of climbing specific}
( zulu eh?, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 9:24, 2 replies)

Pointing out duplicates
Wasn't this QOTW done in Bizarre Rituals? Where's my prize?
(TexasPete enjoyed being sexually molested by your Father on, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 9:23, Reply)

Volume control...
Like many ladies of the female type I suffer from an issue with spatial awareness. As in, I’m rubbish at it. Whilst this so far hasn’t lead to too many problems, I’ve recently been engaged in the process of buying a house (got my offer accepted last night, yay, go me, etc) and have found translating measurements on floor plans into actual room dimensions quite challenging. So, being the uber nerd that I am, I decided I would try to train myself to be better at resolving 2D objects into 3D and generally trying to process spatial relationships. I did this by every time I went in a room, imagining a square one foot by one foot (which I had previously drawn out at home) and placing the squares across the floor so that I could measure the floor area. Then I imagined a cube, one foot by one foot by one foot and practiced filling the room with cubes until I could get an idea of the volume of the room.

Once I got the hang of this, I then started turning everyday objects into rough 3D geometric shapes and filling rooms with those, for example, imagining a chair as slightly elongated cube. I even toyed with different packing efficiencies of spheres and tried filling rooms with imaginary footballs.

A few weeks back I went with some friends to Canterbury Cathedral. Now, I’m a filthy stinking atheist, but I love me some church architecture. So I had a pootle round and look at the dead people and the lovely stone work, then I sat at the back of the nave and contemplated the glory of the building. Pretty soon, I’d started calculating the floor area adding in the transept and working out how many people I thought the building could comfortably seat. Calculating the volume was more tricky, the cathedral isn’t a regular shape, so I had to divide the ceiling section into triangular based pyramids.

I must have been sat there for a while, with a look of bafflement and consternation on my face, so a cathedral employee (presumably on stand-by to see if anyone looked in need of spiritual guidance) came over to ask me whether I was okay. I admit, I may have been a little brusque, as I was very close to having the answer to the ultimate question. They pressed me some more. I was fine, I assured them, I was just thinking. But it was too late. The moment had gone, never to return. And now I fear I will never know the answer to the question I had posed myself which was:

Just how many kittens would it take to completely fill Canterbury Cathedral and how cute would it be?

Sometimes I wonder why my mother didn’t have me drowned at birth...
(Rakky (forgot her password) The muffin maverick, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 9:20, 13 replies)

Another numberplate one
In France the car numberplates have the number of the department (a bit like a county) on them, from 01 up to 95 (or at least they used to, it changed last year but that's another story).

For the last 14 years I've been trying to spot all the department numbers, in order. I'm currently looking for 63. This is quite a long term project, and may qualify more as a bizarre hobby than a habit. It does mean that I can get very excited at random moments while driving through France.
(Smale is stuffed, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 9:19, 5 replies)

Sleeping habits
I always like to sleep on the left side of the bed (looking at it from the foot of the bed), with the wife on the right (which she also prefers).

That's not the weird bit, just trying to set the scene.

Anyway, you know that restless phase of tiredness just before you fall asleep? Well I get VERY restless and am constantly trying to get comfy (obviously until I do eventually fall asleep).

I don't seem to be able to manage any longer than 5 minutes in one position (fnar!) so I make a habit of turning and laying on different sides, but I can only turn right! Just call me Zoolander
For example:
I usually start on my back, then turn to the right so I'm laying on my right side (away from the wife). A few minutes later I'll be on my front, followed by my left side, and eventually back to laying on my back.

Always turning right!

In fact, if I'm laying on my back and the wife wants to spoon (lies on the internet!) instead of turning once to the left I have to go almost full turn to the right.

I know, what a freak right?!
(porkinator is a Rock n Roll nerd!, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 9:02, 7 replies)

Counting
I tend to count things as i go, normally i do it without realising and then when i think why am i counting this ive forgotten the reason.

I count the letters in words and sentences to see if they add up to an odd number, then factor in the spaces as an extra digit if necessary. I always do this absent mindedly, im not bothered if it adds up or not i just for some reason count it.

Like mousy tongue i line things up horizontally or vertically, and if they dont line up i alter my viewpoint. I do this even when driving.

I also wash my hands a lot, but i think its cos i dont like claggy mitts, as im usually changing cat litter/washing dishes/putting gel on/jamming things in the bin......

Both my missus and my mam think ive got a tea towel fetish, but i just like one handy when im eating in case of spillage or need to wipe my gob. Apparently tea towels are some holy relic that should be hung up but never used for earthly tasks.....


OCD? I think you're the one with the problems
(Monkeystrumpet monkey. Monkey, MONKEY!!!, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 8:56, 2 replies)

Food
Everyone who knows that I do this thinks its the strangest thing in the world but I couldn't eat any other way,

I have to eat all my meals in a certain order...
So for example when scoffing a fry-up:
Its beans first, then mushrooms then tomato etc, I eat the non-meaty things fisrt, (obv)
Then I move on to my egg and then the bacon which I remove the fat from and then save on my plate for later
Its the same with sunday dinners, spaghetti bolognaise all meals pretty much

However that's all well and good, a bit quirky but not too psychopathic
UNTIL... I find a rogue bean under my egg or a stray carrot in my mash, I have to move that one to another persons plate, then all is well in the world.

Luckily, my boyfriend still finds this cute, I'm sure it will wear thin soon enough, because it drives everyone else a bit mad
(hollyannivy, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 8:54, 2 replies)

iPod and cars
When I am driving I have the iPod on shuffle but of course now recognise any of the 5000 or so songs by the first few seconds and feel compelled to press next until I get just the right song for my mood or for the road i am driving. It can take time with this many songs and my fairly eclectic taste and so all my passengers get is a selection of four second clips of songs...I don't think that they like it much. I also monitor for 'Explicit Content' songs when the kids are in the car but that isn't a bizarre habit so hey!
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Fri 2 Jul 2010, 8:14, 1 reply)

My boss
Complete fucking nutter. Insists I arrive at a certain time, eat lunch at a certain time and not leave before a certain time. I have to sit at the same desk every day or he gets all confused, I have do my job "properly", can't swear at colleagues, can't idly surf the web etc etc etc.
Fortunately he turns his back a lot, like right now, but then eventually he tu
( difficultchild, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 8:13, Reply)

Small Spoons
I always like to eat my pudding with a small spoon.
(theremin put the lotion in the basket on, Fri 2 Jul 2010, 8:11, 6 replies)