My husband is a cartoon character, I'm "allergic" to jeans that aren't colored, I think the word "failure" is funny and I say fancy instead of cool. I've also been known to eat paper, crayons and dirt and I used to drink brown, opaque creek water.
I obsess over numbers. Any number that involves 5 یا 7 is a bad number with only a few exclusions. I decide whether something is a good یا a bad number سے طرف کی either adding all the digits together, dividing all the digits سے طرف کی the first digit, subtracting the smallest digit from the large digit, multiplying all the digits together, یا dividing the number سے طرف کی two until I'm down to one digit. 3 and 8 are godly numbers and are the best numbers آپ can get. Anything that reminds me of the number 3 یا 8 is magnificently amazing, but anything that reminds me of 5 یا 7 is evil and I'll most likely hate it.
I obsess over letters. I hate the letter F because it reminds me of the number 5, and I hate the letter J because it reminds me of the number 7. H is the eighth letter of the alphabet and C is the third, so they're great letters.
I'm an extreme perfectionist. If something I'm doing isn't perfect, I get really stressed out and have to جھولا, پنگورا my head to keep from getting a headache. If I can't fix it, I destroy whatever it was I was working on and throw a fit and get a nasty headache and have to take so much Excedrin that it doesn't help with my headache until I get hyper and then pass out, and whatever I do that was so important yet imperfect will be attempted again with the same result until it's absolutely and marvelously perfect. When I finish something and it's done perfectly, I am happy and giddy and all smiley and can't think of anything else. And I just can't help but spot and point out any and all imperfections I see and I will stop whatever I'm doing to at least try to make it perfect.
I'm neurotic to an extreme. That much is obvious from my last three paragraphs.
well: i make up words (flabaloobalah for instance) i still cry when tod the لومڑی gets dropped off in the woods سے طرف کی widow tweed in THE لومڑی & THE HOUND i taught my dog to burp i honestly believe that one دن a decent (and attractive and funny and smart) guy will like me just the way i am (of course thats highly unlikely cuz im fat ugly dumb naive and just plain old unpopular im sorry if that offends anybody) there are 214 silly bands strung together to make a rope and i hang my dirty clothes on it (how lucky the ppl are cuz i have a window!!!) i want a dirigo car (look at it on www.dirigocar.com
