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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oooh, I had this exact same hover indoctrination
cemented into the psyche.
Glastonbury festival toilets are a place you would HAVE to hover, eh? With the mix of plentiful alcofrol, and the usual others, affecting the old vestibular systems; the dark, the horror of the dark and what lies behind as you fall backwards. On to the seat. On the last night.
ever so slight ick
( , Fri 11 Apr 2008, 0:09, Reply)
cemented into the psyche.
Glastonbury festival toilets are a place you would HAVE to hover, eh? With the mix of plentiful alcofrol, and the usual others, affecting the old vestibular systems; the dark, the horror of the dark and what lies behind as you fall backwards. On to the seat. On the last night.
ever so slight ick
( , Fri 11 Apr 2008, 0:09, Reply)
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