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You know, those little things you do when nobody else is around. OK so some of them are rude, but we reckon there are a whole lot more innocent ones out there: my g/f this morning admitted to climbing the stairs on all fours when I wasn't around, and loving it...

(, Thu 7 Apr 2005, 9:11)
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Picking my brother's nose.
Really. He has small sinuses (something to do with his Down's Syndrome) and consequently not much room to store snot. So he often has giant bogeys lurking just inside his nostrils. I love picking the slimy little fuckers out.

I like picking my own nose too. And eating it (in full view of others - I'm not ashamed). I don't eat my bro's snot though; that'd be vile.

Eating icecubes.

Wearing no pants so I can wank on the sly. I used to have a pair of jeans with holes cut in the pockets for easy access. I threw them away when the crotch wore out, though.

Poking my eyes so I can see trippy patterns and colours.

Reading pornographic literature. As an asexual, it doesn't turn me on, but I have a childish sense of humour so I find it very funny. Things like "hot liquid passion ran down whatsername's thighs" make me giggle like a loon on loon tablets.
(I usually get a barrage of questions when I say I'm asexual, so check the link in my profile instead of turning the qotw into a messageboard, ta.)

Reciting Weebl episodes from memory. I do this in the street sometimes and don't notice I've been doing it until I start getting funny looks. Same with singing David Bowie songs.

Stomping around my bedroom listening to hard house or drum & bass. For some reason I enjoy music most when I'm moving. Even if it's just walking, I like to be kinetic.

Taking all my pants out of the drawer and rearranging them on the floor to spell 'PANTS'. I'd do this with my bras but I only have five.

Walking round the house naked when no-one else is in.

The smell of my own fanjita. It's my favourite smell in the world, even more so than choccy.

Kung Fu Fighting by Bus Stop, Agadoo by Black Lace, The Logical Song by Scooter, and Hey Baby by DJ Ozti. I am so very, very sorry. They're so bad they're good.

Imagining I can do all the stuff James Bond does when I watch the films, and imagining how I'd do it differently (I wouldn't save the annoying chicks, for a start).

Leaving my college work 'til the night before. My parents think I do it the day it gets set and don't realise I'm actually b3taing et al when they think I'm diligently googling. Gullible twunts.

Chewing off and eating my toenails. I used to do my fingernails when I was ickle, but got fed up with how scraggy and nasty they looked, so gave it up and moved to other appendages that aren't on display. But I do like trimming my fingernails with clippers once they're all past a certain length and eating the clippings.

Farting with gusto in public. I get away with it by bursting into hysterical laughter and taking everyone else with me.

Playing Adventure Quest. It's a very cheesy little Flash (or something, I don't know the difference) RPG, but I can't get enough. Same with Neopets (the shame) until recently.

Chasing my senile old cats. Their feet scrabble so charmingly when they try to take a corner.

Lying naked in bed and rubbing my tummy against the sheets. It's just so nice. Having my tummy tickled is also very nice.

Belching 'Archbishop Macarios' (no idea if that's how his name is spelled, can't be bothered to google). Or indeed just belching. Quickly drink two tall glasses of lemonade or something, then jump up and down for two minutes. Then let rip. And be prepared to be weeing like mad for the next forty minutes.

Lancing blisters with needles (ordinary sewing ones) and watching all the lymph ooze out. Makes them sting like fuck for a while, but once it's stopped they're much more comfy than if I'd left them undrained.

Mentally adding 'in my pants' to song titles and/or substituting the last word of a book title for 'bumhole'. I took these up after reading about them on b3ta. People often wonder why I'm standing in front of bookshelves or my CD collection just laughing my socks off.

Keeping all my CDs in alphabetical order by title (used to be by artist, but I couldn't resolve the dilemma of whether Paul McCartney and Wings should be under M or W, or whether to classify Amorphous Androgynous with Future Sound of London or separately (they're the same band with two names)). I just love it when they're all lined up in their proper places.
(, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 9:25, Reply)

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