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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Kind of related...
I've started doing some part time work in a local bar to supplement my income a bit.
Last night was what my new colleagues refer to as "The Land of Leather Sale". Initially i was rather curious as to the menaing of this, I assumed that it would be some sort of convention for sofa salesmen or something similar.
Imagine my surprise to walk into work last night and find the monthly gathering of the local S&M club. Apparently they're all members of a BDSM website that meet up once a month to discuss "things". (I didn't want to know what "things" they were taking about mind you).
You're probably wondering how this relates to this weeks QOTW. Well, I earned a new one last night after listening to a 50 year old wild-haired harridian telling a 30 stone leatherbound biker chap about her fetish for wool clothing "becuase she likes the way it makes her erogenous zones itch"
My job is to provide nourishment in the form of yeasty beery goodness and snacky nibbles. Not to listen to the fetishes of the local Saga holiday camp.
It's just wrong i tell thee!
edit: It's my B3ta Birthday in two days! Happy birthday to me, squashed tomatoes and wee!
( , Fri 11 Apr 2008, 16:11, Reply)
I've started doing some part time work in a local bar to supplement my income a bit.
Last night was what my new colleagues refer to as "The Land of Leather Sale". Initially i was rather curious as to the menaing of this, I assumed that it would be some sort of convention for sofa salesmen or something similar.
Imagine my surprise to walk into work last night and find the monthly gathering of the local S&M club. Apparently they're all members of a BDSM website that meet up once a month to discuss "things". (I didn't want to know what "things" they were taking about mind you).
You're probably wondering how this relates to this weeks QOTW. Well, I earned a new one last night after listening to a 50 year old wild-haired harridian telling a 30 stone leatherbound biker chap about her fetish for wool clothing "becuase she likes the way it makes her erogenous zones itch"
My job is to provide nourishment in the form of yeasty beery goodness and snacky nibbles. Not to listen to the fetishes of the local Saga holiday camp.
It's just wrong i tell thee!
edit: It's my B3ta Birthday in two days! Happy birthday to me, squashed tomatoes and wee!
( , Fri 11 Apr 2008, 16:11, Reply)
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