Sultana

Me too. My hair is fairly long, and I'm growing it longer (this is the longest it's been since I was a little girl. Uncurled, it's about an inch past my bra strap). Drives me insane to have a loose hair caught up in my shirt on the side, and brush against my arm occasionally.

I make lists. Every day. To Do lists, for the day and week. I don't think it's excessive, but apparantly it's noticeable. Oh well, I can deal with that.

I like to have clocks and calendars in every room of the house. I manage to do without a calendar in the bathrooms...but sometimes I wish I had them there.

I feel very uncomfortable if I'm not wearing my watch. I used to not be able to handle it too well if somehow I ended up w/o it (extremely rare), but I can handle it better now, as I take it off for performances.

Oh, I like to remove lint from my hairdrier's intake with tweezers, although now I have a drier where the guard comes off, so I can do it better and faster, which is cool.

I have an obsession with my split ends (hair). I think it stems from when I was a young girl, and we were very poor, and things like haircuts for us kids were not as important as cigarettes and junk food. I used to get made fun of in school because of my shabby appearance and wild hair, and one day I got the idea that if I could somehow manually (without scissors, that is) remove my split ends, the teasing would stop. Well, you can't manually give yourself a trim, and you definitely can't stop young kids from teasing cruelly, and even now I have a very weird habit of messing with my split ends. *sigh*

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