To all the people who tagged me, I say: UNA DO WELL OOO!!! If not that I have the fear of God in me ehn, I for show una shege! Who told you people I wanna be tagged? Respect urselves ooo! If this happens again, I cannot promise not to break a few fingers. Ehen..<\/p>\n
The Rules:<\/u><\/strong><\/p>\n 1. Link the person who tagged you to this post – Dark ElCee<\/span><\/strong><\/a>, Aloof<\/span><\/strong><\/a>, & Standtall<\/span><\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n 2. Mention the rules in your blog – Yes, that’s what you’re reading right now.<\/p>\n 3. Tell 6 unspectacular quirks of yours – Only six?? Ok<\/p>\n 4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them – I’ll do that @ the end of my post<\/p>\n 5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger\u2019s blogs letting them know they\u2019ve been tagged – I’ll do that as soon as I publish this post.<\/p>\n Six Quirks Bout Me:<\/u><\/strong><\/p>\n 1. I play with my breasts. It’s not sexual, but I just can’t stop. It’s been a [bad] habit since I was a kid. I have tried to stop, but I can’t. I always catch my hand in my shirt doing God-knows-what. Sometimes, I hold the entire breast; sometimes, just the nipple. I hold the steering wheel with my left hand and hold my breast with my right hand. I’ve been caught at traffic lights by male drivers, and they’ve usually given me the you-don’t-have-to-do-it-yourself look. I’ve had to zoom off as soon as the light turns green.<\/p>\n 2. I talk to myself. I know most people do, but when I talk to myself, I count my syllables. I add up the syllables of all the words I have spoken to myself, and I make sure they are even. I don’t want my speech to myself to be odd. Example: I won’t say “Oh God, look at that” because it’s 5 syllables. I’d rather say “Oh, my God, look at that” because it’s six syllables.<\/p>\n 3. I won’t order pizza with pineapples on it, but I don’t mind eating it. The catch is that I must pick all the pineapples out. Now here is the weird part: I’ll eat the pineapples as long as I throw a piece in my mouth, and then take a bite of pizza. It makes no sense. I might as well eat the pizza with the pineapple on it. But I can’t. I have to separate them, and then eat them together,<\/p>\n 4. When I’m doing number two (AKA ‘shitting’), I make sounds as if I’m pushing a baby. I even tell myself to push. I breath thru pursed lips and wipe the invisible sweat on my forehead. Then I’ll keep screaming things like “Yam, you did this to me!”… depending on what I ate before doing number two. If it’s Chinese food, I’ll say, “Chinese food, you did this to me!!” I guess when I’m in real labor, I’ll say [insert my future husband’s name here], you did this to me!”<\/p>\n 5. I’m obsessed with greeting cards. I love giving them as much as I love receiving them. I have sooooo many cards for my future husband. I even have cards for our first wedding anniversary. Now that I have the cards ready, all I need is the husband. That shouldn’t be too difficult, right? LOL. I have birthday cards for guys, girls, and even kids. I have Valentine cards for my future hubby too. It’s a sad, sad case, I tell you. I’m ashamed of even admitting it.<\/p>\n 6. I keep weird things. In 2004 (or was it 2003), my marine friend gave me a pack of gum. I am yet to eat it; I never will. In February of this year, a six year old boy gave me a lolipop for Valentine. I’m also yet to eat that. I keep the little papers that are tucked inside fortune cookies; I keep movie tickets & put the names of the owners on them, and of course, I keep cards too. I still have cards from seven years ago.<\/p>\n 7. (call this extra credit). I’m a sniffer. I sniff my bed; I sniff the couch; I sniff my purse; I sniff my wallet; I sniff the inside of my car (I’ve thought about sniffing my engine, but I haven’t done so yet)<\/em>; I sniff people; I sniff my hair (fake or real); I sniff my stuffed animals; I sniff my pet fish, Philip (So far, I have been able to withstand the temptation of perfuming him)<\/em>. When I get my German Shepherd dogs, I will sniff them too. I will sniff my future husband & children. I sniff my clothes, shoes, and jewelry. I even sniff my keys. (What normal person sniffs keys? I do. Yes, I refer to myself as ‘normal’). <\/em>I sniff my laptop, my books, my pens, my breasts, my underarms, my hands, my feet…everything that is sniffable gets sniffed. Did you know that our sense of smell is our strongest one? I think I have an itty bitty problem with smell. This is evidenced by the following:<\/p>\n – The perfumes I have (over 30…and still counting)<\/em> P.S. I refuse to vacuum without carpet deodorizer!<\/strong> Feel free to call me weird. You won’t be the first.<\/p>\n I tag the following people: Black James Bond<\/span><\/strong><\/a>, Tobenna<\/span><\/strong><\/a>, The Last King of Scotland<\/span><\/strong><\/a>, Babasola<\/span><\/strong><\/a>, Boorish Male<\/span><\/strong><\/a>, Tayo Odukoya<\/span><\/strong><\/a>.<\/p>\n Did anyone notice I tagged only guys?? Sorry ladies, today is not your day. LOL. If you’ve already done the tag…oh well.<\/p>\n UPDATE: Standtall suggested that I tag <\/em><\/strong>Funmie<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/a>…in spite of her being female *rolling eyes*. So <\/em><\/strong>Funmie<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/a>, consider yourself tagged!<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
– <\/em>The 7 air freshners in my car (lucky number 7??)<\/em>
– <\/em>The perfume in my purse (in case I forget to perfume @ home)<\/em>
– The endless list of perfumes I’m still gonna get (and they are not cheap! Somebori help me please; I’m broke!)<\/em>
– <\/em>The 3 air fresheners in the bathroom.
– The liquid air freshners in the living room (those ones you pour in a little thingy and place a lighted candle underneath them. What are they called again??
– <\/em>And of course, the Febreeze fabric freshener I always spray on the couch.<\/p>\n
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And on the day that I vacuum, I refuse to cook! If I cook, the smell of the food will spoil the smell of the carpet deodorizer. I’d rather stay hungry than compromise the smell of the carpet.<\/p>\n