This thread must have started when I was having one of my Slap breaks... anyhow, here are some of mine:
I've been a vegetarian since I was 15.
I was vegan for exactly one year. I ate strawberry ice cream on the anniversary to celebrate.
I wear leather now, so that makes me a gigantic hypocrite.
I stopped skateboarding when I was 21.
I started skateboarding again when I was 29.
When little Timmy at the skate park asks me how long I've been skating, I tell him "a little over 3 years". I don't know why.
I used to get free skateboard shoes and clothes because a good friend of mine worked for a shoe company. In my head I used to pretend I was sponsored.
My cousin was a professional skateboarder for a hot minute. Naturally, he was always way better than I was.
I shower with my glasses on.
It really bothers me when towels aren't straight on the rack.
I fold the used towels and place them on the toilet when I'm staying in a hotel. No need to be a slob just because you're not doing the cleaning up.
My therapist once told me that the only time she saw me smile was when I was talking about my dog or about skateboarding.
I'm constantly cleaning up. Even though no one ever comes over. If you were to look at my house, you'd be hard pressed to think that anyone lives here.
I have a $400.00 vacuum.
I'm constantly straightening or centering things... like my silverware when I go to restaurants. I line up the bottoms of the utensils with each other and straighten the napkin edge with the tables edge. My desk is the same way.
My closet is organized by type of garment, then by brand.
My videos are organized by genera. Mostly.
I make my bed every morning. And while I'm doing it, I ask myself why I'm doing it. Every morning.
I'm nervous all the time.
When I get really, really nervous, my back sweats.
I bite my nails.
I hate dishes and food particles left in the sink.
The word "juicy" grosses me out.
I have a huge "branding" problem that I like to call "sponsorship conflict". You can't very well wear an Adidas track suit with a fucking pair of Nike's. Therefore, I hate that the dishwasher and microwave in my house were not made by the same company.
I am an only child.
It makes me really uncomfortable to talk about not having a college degree. Especially in a room full of over achievers. I've noticed that they tend to interject where a person went to school when speaking of someone... "oh, I was chatting with Stephanie, she went to Duke, anyway, she said..."
I really do care about what other people think of me.
I had a depression meltdown when I was 23.
I had another at 31.
I got alcohol poisoning once. I threw up bile into a basement wash basin in my y-fronts. My friends Mom came down and wanted to know what all the racket was. I was embarrassed.
I've worn make-up to cover acne.
I used to color my hair.
It annoys me that my blacks sometimes don't match.
I have skinnier jeans that I wear with smaller shirts and other jeans I wear with larger shirts. I just think it looks stupid if you mix them.
If I like an article of clothing, I tend to buy the same article in various colors.
I can watch the same movie or listen to the same song 4000 times. That's probably why I can kareoke "Fast Times at Ridgemont High".
I've had four girlfriends in my life. They're the only four girls I've ever slept with.
Girl two and I were engaged to be married in July of 2001. We called off the wedding in October of 2001. We were going to have our first dance to Morrissey's version of "Moon River". For some reason, I still have a copy of the check I gave to the restaurant as a deposit for our reception.
I don't buy CD's anymore. Which is great, because I especially hate being judged by the fucker behind the counter.
I have turntables, however I haven't used them in months. I guess they look cool though.