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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I can feel it in my brain mummy........
Well maybe not my brain, but when I weas 6 or so I was playnig in the fields as you do and hiding in the long grass (maybe playing 50:50) when a woodlouse crawled into my ear. Went home and told mum, who didn't beleive me. I could feel it scrabbling around and the only way tio make it stop was to hold my nose and blow out against it thus increasing the pressure in my ears.
Slept, though fuck knows how.
Early morning a small TAZ220 enters kitchen with scrabbling noise in ear driving hjim more and more insane until........
the little fucker crawled out - cue mother screaming, cue TAZ220 screaming. Alot.
I donlt like woodlouse any more.
( , Fri 11 Apr 2008, 9:16, Reply)
Well maybe not my brain, but when I weas 6 or so I was playnig in the fields as you do and hiding in the long grass (maybe playing 50:50) when a woodlouse crawled into my ear. Went home and told mum, who didn't beleive me. I could feel it scrabbling around and the only way tio make it stop was to hold my nose and blow out against it thus increasing the pressure in my ears.
Slept, though fuck knows how.
Early morning a small TAZ220 enters kitchen with scrabbling noise in ear driving hjim more and more insane until........
the little fucker crawled out - cue mother screaming, cue TAZ220 screaming. Alot.
I donlt like woodlouse any more.
( , Fri 11 Apr 2008, 9:16, Reply)
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