Thanks to my buddy, Random Yak, you will now learn Eight Random Things about me, JD.
1. I have a pathological fear of my own belly button.
If anyone were to touch my belly button, I would drop dead. I don’t even like to think about it. Writing this paragraph is causing me a lot of discomfort. My belly button is admittedly pretty dirty. I don’t really mind other peoples’ belly buttons, but I would never touch one or look at it too long. Dave suggested I see a doctor about my strange fear (I’m blaming a traumatic umbilical cord separation) but went on to posit that such a visit might result in a long needle being inserted into my belly button. Needless to say, if no one’s allowed to look at my belly button, no one’s going to be stabbing it either. But I’m not alone. Apparently other great minds share this phobia.
2. I often hold my breath when strangers pass by, in case they smell.
Come on, you do, too! There’s nothing worse going about your business among the people of this world and then getting a whiff of hair that smells like years of dirty living or that peculiar aroma of fried garbage that no amount of fake Obsession is going to cover.
4. I can only eat one end of a banana.
After I peel it, I eat the top end, but when I get to the bottom, I have to throw out that end. The same is true with pickles but, strangely, not hot dogs.
5. I can’t make the rolling R sound.
I can’t snap my fingers either. When I try to make the rolling R sound I just end up with a lot of spit. When I try to snap my fingers, the sound produced is merely a weak ffffttt instead of a sharp, crisp snap. Although genetics has been cruel to me in these areas, it has blessed me in others. Many others, if you know what I mean (You don’t? Er . . . neither do I, actually).
He was gluing labels onto his new CD. We would later watch him play a concert at the University of Auckland, but getting to meet him face to face was an unexpected major event. See photographic evidence of this historic meeting! (Note: tho the photo was taken more than 10 years ago, my hairstyle makes me look at least 45.)
7. I’d rather throw up in a bathtub than a toilet . . .
. . . as long as it was someone else’s bathtub. Well, I’m not going to throw up in my own bathtub, am I?
8. I was once hoisted in the air by a sweaty male stripper.
My college friends and I often drove up to Lake Geneva in Wisconsin to enjoy the drinking age of 18 and the Sugar Shack (Site contains nudity! Go now!), a strip club that attracted a lot of screaming females. Recently, Dave and I went together, and it was totally not the same.
Hey, guess what?! This was another of those crazy memes. According to the rules, if tagged, you must link to the person who tagged you, list eight random things about yourself, then tag eight other people.
I think I’ve used up all my good-natured sources for tagging. If anyone would like to carry on this fine meme, by all means, tag yourself!