Phobias
What gives you the heebie-jeebies?
It's a bit strong to call this a phobia, but for me it's the thought of biting into a dry flannel. I've no idea why I'd ever want to or even get the opportunity to do so, seeing as I don't own one, but it makes my teeth hurt to think about it. *ewww*
Tell us what innocent things make you go pale, wobbly and send shivers down your spine.
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 13:34)
What gives you the heebie-jeebies?
It's a bit strong to call this a phobia, but for me it's the thought of biting into a dry flannel. I've no idea why I'd ever want to or even get the opportunity to do so, seeing as I don't own one, but it makes my teeth hurt to think about it. *ewww*
Tell us what innocent things make you go pale, wobbly and send shivers down your spine.
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 13:34)
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Centipedes..
They just make me freak out! I cannot stand the sight or thought of those freaks with hundreds of legs.
Case in point, I was relaxing at home one night during the summer, when dad asks me to go get him a drink. Being the nice person I am, I go to downstairs and am greeted with the sight of TWO centipedes mating! I have never screamed so loudly in my life. I ran off and hid in my room under the coveres until dad realized what happened and killed them both for me.
Of course, my dad seems to find it funny how I freak out over them...
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 20:47, 1 reply)
They just make me freak out! I cannot stand the sight or thought of those freaks with hundreds of legs.
Case in point, I was relaxing at home one night during the summer, when dad asks me to go get him a drink. Being the nice person I am, I go to downstairs and am greeted with the sight of TWO centipedes mating! I have never screamed so loudly in my life. I ran off and hid in my room under the coveres until dad realized what happened and killed them both for me.
Of course, my dad seems to find it funny how I freak out over them...
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 20:47, 1 reply)
Oh yeah
Right with you there - I can't go near the fuckers. And yet, they always come to me! I'll post about it later, but, believe me, I share your pain.
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 22:12, closed)
Right with you there - I can't go near the fuckers. And yet, they always come to me! I'll post about it later, but, believe me, I share your pain.
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 22:12, closed)
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