Sep 09, 2002 11:20
After having an Indian takeaway, not mind not clearing up for a few hours because I just love the smell.
Feel immensely sad whenever I hear the Hitchhikers guide theme tune.
Have a phone phobia.
Fancy Prince William, then deny it and want to die of shame.
Ever since I heard that some superstitions believe that, if a photograph is taken with three people and that the one in the middle will die first, I have automatically scanned all pictures with three people in just to prove them wrong.
Have an urge to mime a trumbone everytime I hear one.
*sniff* apparently everyone else outgrew all this years ago, leaving me alone in my permanent childhood :)