dec 5 2006 ∞
dec 15 2007 +
- I cannot be touched by bare feet. At all. Ever. Not in bed, not at the beach. Feet covered with socks are tolerable, as long as the socks are freshly washed.
- I organize everything. I'd even organize my ex- boyfriend's things. He'd come home with a new movie or book or album, I'd hover nearby, breathlessly waiting for him to walk out of the room so I could file it away. Alphabetically and according to genre.
- I don't like to breathe used air. It has nothing to do with bad breath or crooked teeth. I just don't like breathing other people's used air. It only gets awkward at night when cuddling.
- I organize my closets. My half, according to sleeve length, I'd organized my ex-boyfriend's half, work to weekend suitability.
- I collect things obsessively. If I like something, I must own all things related to it. I may never look at the other things again once I've acquired them, but acquire them I must.