Not-so-secret Postsecret Post

[earthbelow]

1. I don't just sing in the shower, I dance. Like a belly dancer.

2. I get excited about office supplies. I could spend hours thinking about pens and folders.

3. Sometimes when I listen to music, I like to pretend that I'm traveling back in time and introducing people to 2006 music in like 1960.

4. Whenever I hear/see something weird, I check my watch. That way if the police ask me, I can tell them exactly what time it happened.

5. I collect paint chips from Wal-Mart and Lowe's. I have more than 100 right now.

6. I make up stories about people in magazines that would explain why they're in the pose they're in.

7. I kiss my hand and put it to the roof of my car everytime I go under a yellow light. I've forgotten why I started doing this, but I feel weird if I don't. Even if I'm not driving.

8. When I used to go into Chinese restaurants as I kid, I fantasized that some wise sensei would come out of the back and tell me I was secretly a princess with ninja powers and take me away somewhere.

9. I find doing long division very soothing. And I don't even like math.

10. I still feel weird not asking permission to go to the bathroom during class. I feel the need to explain that I'm not being rude, I just really have to *go*.

Comments

[wisdomeagle]

#9 -- me too. Though I am indifferent to math, I LOVE dividing. Especialy by 3. I could divide by 3 all day.

[thousandpages.livejournal.com]

Three is a pretty damn fun number isn't it. Good for dividing, romantic relationships, sexual situations, triangles.

You totally steal my thoughts, ya know.

[denoue-moi.livejournal.com]

#7 - 20 minutes of good sex! Remember that?

[exiledtimelord.livejournal.com]

"20 minutes of good sex"??? The version I was told by my (then) girlfriend was 8 minutes of fantastic sex.

And I'm honestly not sure which version I prefer. :)

[thousandpages.livejournal.com]

Given the nature of sex - 8 minutes of fantastic sex is way better than 20 minutes of good sex, I'd say.

The more spectacular the sex, the shorter it can be. I mean, would you rather an hour of pretty okay sex or five minutes of mindblowing, unholy fucksex?

Or, how about this. You can have sex with lots of girls that a pretty but just not your type. Or you can have one unbelieveable night with, say, Alyson Hannigan.

Wow. I seem to be talking about sex a great deal today. I'm not sure if that's good or bad.

[denoue-moi.livejournal.com]

Can I have both? :)

[thousandpages.livejournal.com]

Dude, with as many yellow lights as I've gone under in Jacksonville traffic, I think I've racked up, like, a calendar year of good sex.

And the use of the word "racked up" is suddenly oh. so. wrong.

But thanks for reminding me. I was beginning to wonder if I'd made it up.

[exiledtimelord.livejournal.com]

:: Reads first entry. Starts to go to entry two, but finds eyes darting back to entry one. Re-reads. Visualizes. Faints dead away. ::

:)

[thousandpages.livejournal.com]

Ah, Darryl, never change.

[jennixen.livejournal.com]

3 sounds like a fun idea, 4 is SO me. *grins*

[thousandpages.livejournal.com]

Hehehehe!

#3 is so addictive because you start thinking "ooh, should I really play this song? Maybe they'll find it too risque!" or "hmm, this song really does sound like some of the songs from that era..."