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WomenMoveMe · 02-25-2012, 10:37 AM

I think I started out weird. But indeed, living alone for twelve plus years does tend to exacerbate weirdnesses.

I make up little songs about the most mundane things I am doing, and torture my animals with them. I think their favorite is the 'time to feed the girls' song!

When lounging about the house, I wear some incredibly horrible outfits. I seem to only dress half of me for the most part. I will put on a nice shirt and no pants or I will put on nice pants, but no shirt. Sometimes just boxers, boat shoes, and black T-shirt (I call this a "B" day). I just can't seem to pull an entire ensemble together.

I often sleep sideways on the bed or upside down (feet where head should be or vice versa). Just to break up the monotony.

My stovetop must be pristine, while a small spill in the fridge can languish for a couple of days. Countertops must be uncluttered, yet the kitchen island will be littered with canned food cause I like to read the labels when I eat.

I have an entire kitchen drawer designated for candy and nothing else is allowed to be in that drawer. I do not buy candy for the drawer. So it sits, never to fulfill it's destiny.

I could go on and on, but will keep the truly odd things that are me, for me.

02-25-2012, 10:37 AM	#7
WomenMoveMe Member How Do You Identify?: I just wander about and be! Relationship Status: Caution: Dead End Join Date: Oct 2011 Location: Kentucky Posts: 561 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 1,473 Thanked 2,100 Times in 417 Posts Rep Power: 21474850	I think I started out weird. But indeed, living alone for twelve plus years does tend to exacerbate weirdnesses. I make up little songs about the most mundane things I am doing, and torture my animals with them. I think their favorite is the 'time to feed the girls' song! When lounging about the house, I wear some incredibly horrible outfits. I seem to only dress half of me for the most part. I will put on a nice shirt and no pants or I will put on nice pants, but no shirt. Sometimes just boxers, boat shoes, and black T-shirt (I call this a "B" day). I just can't seem to pull an entire ensemble together. I often sleep sideways on the bed or upside down (feet where head should be or vice versa). Just to break up the monotony. My stovetop must be pristine, while a small spill in the fridge can languish for a couple of days. Countertops must be uncluttered, yet the kitchen island will be littered with canned food cause I like to read the labels when I eat. I have an entire kitchen drawer designated for candy and nothing else is allowed to be in that drawer. I do not buy candy for the drawer. So it sits, never to fulfill it's destiny. I could go on and on, but will keep the truly odd things that are me, for me.