1. I have a geographical & fissure tongue. If I showed you a picture you would probably break up with me. Google it. I dare you.
2. I really enjoy picking my pimples. I know. I know gross right BUT I CAN’T NOT DO IT. Imagine my frustration when there is one dead center in my back and I can’t reach it. Talk about Chinese water torture…Only no water involved.
3. I love potatoes. LOVE. I will eat them any way. With one exception. Potato pancakes because they involve EGGS. Eggs belong either hard boiled, fried until they are solid all the way through or baked into cakes. NO OTHER WAY IS ALLOWED. Eggs on french toast NO. Meranges NO. Royal icing NO. On my finger after I crack open an egg OMFG HELL NO GET IT OFF ME NOW NOW NOW NOW I’M GOING TO FREAK OUT PANIC GET IT OFF. Egg on my floor…..I’d probably rather die then deal with raw egg on my floor.
4. I run to rap music.
5. Every time I sweep the floor (hardwood) I can’t help but wonder how much of what I’m sweeping up is boogers. When you vacuum you don’t think much about it….but sweeping hard wood….don’t you kind of wonder how much of what is on your floor is boogers?
Bet you do now.
Bonus 6th item: I just discovered I have chin hair….I don’t know what to do about this!
5 thoughts on “I hate raw eggs and five other things you might not know about me”
The Chin hair will not go away. It will get worse. Comes from the Basque in you.
totally with you on the eggs.
My potato pancakes do not have eggs in them, just fyi and they are mother effing awesome.
LOL @ the egg stuff…it’s little quirks like that that shocked me when you told me you liked the ketchup on the lid despite which way the label went!
Chin hairs suck. I have them in two forms – 1.) a hair-generating chin mole, and 2.) a random hair follicle on the bottom of my chin. Gross. I pluck the bastards.
Yeah, the chin hair is there FOREVER. I thought mine was gone, but it turns out I now need my glasses to see it. Sigh.