curious4. When I'm having a bad day and want comfort food, I go home and curl up with a big bowl of frozen peas that have been heated in the microwave. All I put on them is a) salt, and b) pepper. This stems from a childhood misinterpretation of what chickpeas were, when the characters in a book I loved ate "fresh hot buttered chickpeas."
3. My family was very, very poor when I was younger. As a consequence, I think that butter tastes horrible, because we always got a brick of government butter in our "please don't starve to death" box. Margarine, on the other hand, is the taste of luxury. I had a bad margarine habit for a while after getting my first job, and bought a tub every time I went to the store.
2. I am very superstitious, and very picky about my superstitions. I count crows, pick up pennies, and occasionally look for auguries in bags of M&Ms. I do not, however, freak out when I see a funeral procession, or insist on touching my collar and asking magpies how their wives are. This helps me strike a good balance. Just never get between me and a street penny.
1. I have a paralyzing phobia of pudding, which extends to all "pudding-type" substances, including custard and overly-warm milkshakes. Suddenly biting into an unexpected cream filling has been known to make me throw up on the spot. Luckily, this does not extend to the unnatural white goo inside Twinkies.
So that's five things you may or may not know about me. What do you think I may or may not know about you?
December 27 2010, 16:36:39 UTC 6 years ago
For a long time I had a fear of sleeping in a room with a cat, which can be traced back to a month during my childhood when we attempted to rehabilitate a house-cat-gone-feral that had belonged to a neighbor who'd moved. We kept the cat in my room, away from the other pets, and she seemed to mellow out quite quickly, until one night when she snapped and attacked me in my sleep. After that, she went to live at a stable. I finally got over my fear over a decade later when my 19-year-old cat was on her last leg and I didn't want to leave her for a minute (and then she died while I was running errands which just destroyed me for a while).
Now I sleep better with my cat on the bed (once she finally finds a position she's comfortable in).
December 27 2010, 16:38:04 UTC 6 years ago