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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Egg white - hate it.
So, imagine my eww when one day I've decided to fry an egg for brekkie, and I have this feeling it feels weird in my hand. Which is stupid, so I ignore it.
Heat the oil, crack the egg, expecting the usual *gloop* as it forms the standard egg-look.
No.
Cocking *GUSH*.
To my total horror, NO YOLK.
The damn albumen poured out like water, which is entirely how eggs are not meant to behave, and it was so wrong I actually screamed and ran into the other room. It may as well have been an abortion in my frying pan, though it sort of was if you think about it.
I had to wait for it to burn into a solid mass before I could go near it. Though I was quietly impressed at myself for noticing the subtlety of the weight not shifting within the egg caused by the yolk, which would have happened had it not been a FREAK.
I also have a massive problem with the sound of ice and snow. And clowns, but I think that's prerequisite for a normal existence.
Oh and SLUGS. But I put them under the same banner as egg white, for some reason.
( , Fri 11 Apr 2008, 0:22, Reply)
So, imagine my eww when one day I've decided to fry an egg for brekkie, and I have this feeling it feels weird in my hand. Which is stupid, so I ignore it.
Heat the oil, crack the egg, expecting the usual *gloop* as it forms the standard egg-look.
No.
Cocking *GUSH*.
To my total horror, NO YOLK.
The damn albumen poured out like water, which is entirely how eggs are not meant to behave, and it was so wrong I actually screamed and ran into the other room. It may as well have been an abortion in my frying pan, though it sort of was if you think about it.
I had to wait for it to burn into a solid mass before I could go near it. Though I was quietly impressed at myself for noticing the subtlety of the weight not shifting within the egg caused by the yolk, which would have happened had it not been a FREAK.
I also have a massive problem with the sound of ice and snow. And clowns, but I think that's prerequisite for a normal existence.
Oh and SLUGS. But I put them under the same banner as egg white, for some reason.
( , Fri 11 Apr 2008, 0:22, Reply)
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