There is something really weird about me. I can’t set the TV volume for an uneven number. If I feel it just has to be an uneven number, it has to at least be divisible by 5. Weird? Yeah. I know.
I also remember my phone number from when I was 6. (303) 667-9721. Check that out, Dad. I remember!
I hate stepping on cracks in the sidewalk. I will time my walk just to avoid them. Monkish, you say?
Listen to this. I hate sleeping in socks, I can go topless but not bottomless (TMI? I know, right?), I read books from the bottom of the page up because I think I’m getting the information faster, tags have to be INSIDE the pillowcase, I hate making lists where the items don’t add up to a number not divisible by 5 and I’m a little nuts on how I do the laundry. Andy calls me the laundry nazi. He’s band from doing laundry. (He leaves pens and highlighters in his pockets!) I just went from being a heavy meat eater to being a vegan. I didn’t even do the vegetarian step in between. I hate gardening but I love gardens. I love the smell of spring and fresh cut grass but not for to long. After a few minutes I have to go back in my house and know that I have running water and a bug free house because to much outdoors makes me feel like I’m camping. Eww… Yeah. I’m weird.