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I'm addicted to rubber bands..
As far as I can remember it all started when I was about 5 or 6, I used to pick them up from the street, steal them from shops, I'd get them from anywhere I could. I used to have piles of the things, filthy, dirty old rubber bands. My mother used to detest it and one of my earliest memories is her shouting "that's filthy, leave it where it is!". I cried for what felt like days.

Twenty years later and I'm still obssessed, it's got to the point where I have actually been threatened disciplinary action at work because of my rubber band consumption (let me make it clear that I dont physically consume them in anyway.....that's just odd). My new phase is the rubber band ball. I always have one on the go, always in my left coat pocket, sometimes I just need to touch it to make sure it's still there, I'm a mess if I leave it anywhere. After my colleagues physically locked the bands away from me because I was using a months supply in a week, I made frequent trips to admn to steal theirs. After that I broke into the cupboard and stole all of the bands. My colleagues thought they'd be horrible to me and carefully dissassembled the ball one band at a time. I pretended that I was really annoyed, inside I was dancing with glee at the prospect of rebuilding it from scratch. My friends have tried buying me ready made balls to try and stop me but to no avail, I just take them apart and rebuild them.

I have truly become a master of making the perfect sphere and can blend the colours together beautifully. In a 7 hour shift I can make a ball the size of a tennis ball whilst carrying out my work duties. I love the damn things.
(Sat 20th Dec 2008, 12:52, More)