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I hate Stryofome. Drop ceilings? Are the devil. At college we had them, and my roommate wanted to move the TV to the other side of the room, so she had to run the cable through the ceiling. I had to leave the room. The sound of the stryofome. Shudder! I hate packages that come with that in it. Creeps me out. I don't like it when resturants put the leftovers in a stryofome container. Everyone knows I hate this stuff, so they will rub their hands over it, making that noise that I hate. Bastards.
I'm slightly claustrophobic. I don't like being in crowded elevators. Sometimes when I'm in the back seat of a car with 2 others (3 in a row) I get very nervous. I can't sit in the middle. I'll get very fidgety. I was at a concert a week ago... Front row. 2nd opening act came on and everyone started pushing and shoving around. I had to get out of there. I started to freak out. I worry that I'll get crushed.
Escalators freak me out too. I hate using them when they're broken too. The lines on them really screw with my vision. And I worry that it will start working when I'm going up/down it. Heals on an escalator? Forget it. I'm certain that my shoelace will get caught in an escalator.
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