I was in the “morning sickness” phase of my first pregnancy when The Killers released their first album. AH listened to them quite often and so, now when I hear Brandon Flowers’ voice, I feel nauseated. No offence, Brandon, but your voice makes me sick.
The only snobby bone in my body is the one that thinks Tetley Orange Pekoe tea is the only tea that is both strong enough AND doesn’t taste like what I imagine potpourri would taste like if you let it soak a while.
If a recipient of my email doesn’t reply within 15 minutes, I automatically assume I did something to make them hate me. I never think about whether or not they have a life outside of waiting for me to email them.
I couldn’t care less about shoes or purses or my hair or dresses, but I’ve never gone a day without wearing at least a little bit of make-up.
I can’t hear very well. Volume is ok, but detail gets easily muddled. So when more than one person talks to me at the same time, I get flustered, frustrated and angry because I have NO IDEA what either person is trying to say to me.
I used to collect pins shaped like bicycles.
My eyes look navy blue to the casual passer-by, but they’re actually dark grey with a ring of light beige at the centre. Not blue at all.
My childhood home was a zoo. Not for real, but we had two dogs, two cats, two guinea pigs, two budgies, a salamander, a bunny, a tank full of fish, and an outdoor pond with koi. *coughHOARDERScough*
We named our dog after one of the most badass characters on one of the greatest shows ever aired. Boscorelli from Third Watch. We call him Bossy.
I once got stuck in an outdoor television antenna. There was a water-logged diaper involved.
I hate my voice.
I love lists.