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Disorder | Rating
Paranoid: Moderate
Schizoid: Moderate
Schizotypal: High
Antisocial: Moderate
Borderline: Low
Histrionic: Low
Narcissistic: Moderate
Avoidant: High
Dependent: High
Obsessive-Compulsive: High
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Disorder | Rating
Paranoid: Moderate
Schizoid: Moderate
Schizotypal: High
Antisocial: Moderate
Borderline: Low
Histrionic: Low
Narcissistic: Moderate
Avoidant: High
Dependent: High
Obsessive-Compulsive: High
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URL for more info: http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/index.html
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» Essential Items
Breasts
I always carry my breasts in funky lingerie and have a smile - for brightening your day (and gettin a free drink) ;) all women do it conciously or not.
i never understand the need for women to take bags with them, wallet (in back pocket f jeans),phone, keys and a lipbalm/vaseline - that's all you need!!if it doesn't go in a pocket,you don't need it!
(Thu 27th Oct 2005, 16:06, More)
Breasts
I always carry my breasts in funky lingerie and have a smile - for brightening your day (and gettin a free drink) ;) all women do it conciously or not.
i never understand the need for women to take bags with them, wallet (in back pocket f jeans),phone, keys and a lipbalm/vaseline - that's all you need!!if it doesn't go in a pocket,you don't need it!
(Thu 27th Oct 2005, 16:06, More)
» Child Labour
Biscuits
i will never eat chocolate chip shortbread again. after leaving school i made the mistake of getting a seasonal job at a scottish shortbread factory (sounds like stalkers). it was the worst job EVER!all sunny outside and i'm stuck sweltering and packing biscuits on a conveyor belt. one day we got moved to the choc-chip line and they didn't give us gloves to begin with so i look up and see one of the (many) old women opposite licking melted chocolate off her fingers before continuing packing biscuits - health and hygiene issue methinks. if your line finished you got to stick stickers on boxes and if someone cut their funger and didn't notice for a while we got to open all the boxes and check biscuits for blood. i lasted about a month or so before people's tales of "once you come one year you'll be back". the thought of spending my life packing biscuits and some mini-Hitler guy telling me i was packing wrong (tryin to do stuff left handed when it's all designed for right handers is not easy). so i asked to go to the loo and just walked out the door.pay was onyl couple of quid an hour too. then got a job in the more store.not much better pay but i could still have a social life and go to work hungover coz they would let me hide up the back of the shop. and i could chat to mates when they came into town.
(Tue 21st Feb 2006, 17:02, More)
Biscuits
i will never eat chocolate chip shortbread again. after leaving school i made the mistake of getting a seasonal job at a scottish shortbread factory (sounds like stalkers). it was the worst job EVER!all sunny outside and i'm stuck sweltering and packing biscuits on a conveyor belt. one day we got moved to the choc-chip line and they didn't give us gloves to begin with so i look up and see one of the (many) old women opposite licking melted chocolate off her fingers before continuing packing biscuits - health and hygiene issue methinks. if your line finished you got to stick stickers on boxes and if someone cut their funger and didn't notice for a while we got to open all the boxes and check biscuits for blood. i lasted about a month or so before people's tales of "once you come one year you'll be back". the thought of spending my life packing biscuits and some mini-Hitler guy telling me i was packing wrong (tryin to do stuff left handed when it's all designed for right handers is not easy). so i asked to go to the loo and just walked out the door.pay was onyl couple of quid an hour too. then got a job in the more store.not much better pay but i could still have a social life and go to work hungover coz they would let me hide up the back of the shop. and i could chat to mates when they came into town.
(Tue 21st Feb 2006, 17:02, More)
» Birthdays
31st August
Worst: my 15th. the day Princess Diana died. thought friends mum was havin some kind of sick joke, but no, there was no music on the radio and it was all that was on the tv.
Best: could b 20th. at uni,was workin and came home to find a bunch of mates had decorated my flat and cooked a meal - lots of drink a smartie cake and weed. good fun!
21st was good too despite my family bein out the country. still at uni. dyed my hair pink,bought a new boob revealin dress.drank WAY too much,went to fatties(must have been drunk but at least it wasn't mardi)pulled a guy i had fancied for a while.threw up outside the salvation army on the way home (aforementioned guy was beside me holdin my shoes coz i can't walk in heels).had bad sex (could have been the alcohol but most likely was the lack of length)and woke up the next day to builders puttin in a new bath.
am plannin a pirates and princesses themed party for my 25th. plan on drinkin lots of rum!!and at least i know the sex will be good.
(Fri 9th Dec 2005, 13:17, More)
31st August
Worst: my 15th. the day Princess Diana died. thought friends mum was havin some kind of sick joke, but no, there was no music on the radio and it was all that was on the tv.
Best: could b 20th. at uni,was workin and came home to find a bunch of mates had decorated my flat and cooked a meal - lots of drink a smartie cake and weed. good fun!
21st was good too despite my family bein out the country. still at uni. dyed my hair pink,bought a new boob revealin dress.drank WAY too much,went to fatties(must have been drunk but at least it wasn't mardi)pulled a guy i had fancied for a while.threw up outside the salvation army on the way home (aforementioned guy was beside me holdin my shoes coz i can't walk in heels).had bad sex (could have been the alcohol but most likely was the lack of length)and woke up the next day to builders puttin in a new bath.
am plannin a pirates and princesses themed party for my 25th. plan on drinkin lots of rum!!and at least i know the sex will be good.
(Fri 9th Dec 2005, 13:17, More)
» Shame
Church
When i was wee my fmaily were catholic (til dad decided to commit adultery and get a divorce then he converted to C of E to marry the bitch (we don't talk anymore)) anyhoo, back to the story, first time my parents decided i was old enough to not go to sunday school and should get to stay for the whole service -woo! the priest guy was talkin bout it bein spring and lambs. i'd recently spent some time on a friends farm and had learnt bout the things that go on - where food comes from etc. so the priest asks somethin like "what do we do to lambs in spring?"(dunno why,seems an odd question for a priest) cue me shoutin out "castrate them!" had i been old enough i would have been ashamed, pretty sure my parents were shamed enough for me, got a clip round the ear and sent back to sunday school for that. no longer a catholic or else im sure i'd feel shame about sleepin with guys,takin drugs and gettin paraletically drunk and now living with a man and not bein married ot him!!i will burn!!
(Sun 27th Nov 2005, 15:33, More)
Church
When i was wee my fmaily were catholic (til dad decided to commit adultery and get a divorce then he converted to C of E to marry the bitch (we don't talk anymore)) anyhoo, back to the story, first time my parents decided i was old enough to not go to sunday school and should get to stay for the whole service -woo! the priest guy was talkin bout it bein spring and lambs. i'd recently spent some time on a friends farm and had learnt bout the things that go on - where food comes from etc. so the priest asks somethin like "what do we do to lambs in spring?"(dunno why,seems an odd question for a priest) cue me shoutin out "castrate them!" had i been old enough i would have been ashamed, pretty sure my parents were shamed enough for me, got a clip round the ear and sent back to sunday school for that. no longer a catholic or else im sure i'd feel shame about sleepin with guys,takin drugs and gettin paraletically drunk and now living with a man and not bein married ot him!!i will burn!!
(Sun 27th Nov 2005, 15:33, More)