CinnamonGirl

Definitely not made up. Good luck, good fuck. If someone's bumming a cig from me, I'll happily give them the second-to-last (the good luck one.) But NO ONE ELSE gets the last one.


I also sleep with a body pillow. Can't sleep without something between my knees... and I ABSOLUTELY cannot sleep with the closet doors open. I blame this on reading Cujo in the 4th grade.



Let's see...what else?

-- When I drive through a yellow light, I kiss my hand and touch the ceiling.

-- When I'm doing a shot, either as we're clinking glasses, or directly after, eye contact must be made with everyone I'm drinking with. Not as easy as it sounds.

-- I make a wish at 11:11, even though I know it's completely silly and asinine.

-- I don't eat meat. Apparently, that's pretty quirky.

-- I count my steps, and half the time, I don't even realize I'm doing it. It doesn't matter what the end number is, or anything like that...it's just something I do.

-- All of my clocks are eleven to thirteen minutes fast. The original idea was to fool myself into being on time... but since I KNOW they're fast, it kind of defeats the purpose. I have to stop myself from subtracting minutes when a clock is actually right.

-- My cds and dvds are in alphabetical order. It's partly organizational, partly amusement at what ends up next to each other.

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