[Cin]

I hate it when people call me, chatter away and then say “well I’m going to let you go now”, it really pisses me off. You were not holding me hostage. I was there on the phone of my own free will. I could have gone at any time. I’ve been known to just hang up when someone says that.

My feet have to be touching something. They can’t just hang out in the air. They have to touch the floor, a sheet if I’m in bed, each other, something, and socks touching them don’t count.

I love animals. All animals. So when I was offered a job as a dog officer I jumped at the chance, thinking it would be something I would love and that I would be good at it. I did it for a year. It was one of the most difficult periods in my life.

I am quite claustrophobic. Among other things centered around that phobia, I have a fear of riding on an elevator unless it is made of glass and I can see out. Through circumstances beyond my control I found myself living in an apartment eleven stories up. Walking up and down eleven flights of stairs every time I went anywhere got old pretty quick. I did desensitization techniques on myself and I always carried a book in case I got stuck so I could have something to do besides screaming and rolling myself into a ball. I am still not comfortable and some days it’s not possible and some elevators are just unacceptable but most of the time I can ride in one without freaking.

I hate drinking out of plastic but I am also fussy about glass. I have to wash the glass several times and rinse it for two minutes to be really happy about my drinking experience.