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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when I was very little I used to think that a scary monster lived under my bed.
I had a whole appearance and personality worked out. Its name was Dennis, and it wore a brown cardigan and slacks. At night, if I poked my head out from under the covers, it'd see me and trap me into an interminable conversation about its model train collection.
Apparently a lot of young children are afraid of the dork.
( , Mon 14 Apr 2008, 4:54, Reply)
I had a whole appearance and personality worked out. Its name was Dennis, and it wore a brown cardigan and slacks. At night, if I poked my head out from under the covers, it'd see me and trap me into an interminable conversation about its model train collection.
Apparently a lot of young children are afraid of the dork.
( , Mon 14 Apr 2008, 4:54, Reply)
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