I hate it when that happens, but, inspired by my lovely blog-neighbor Castle of Blue (you can read her sweet post HERE) I thought I would make a list of the 11 creepiest things about me.
Because that’s how I roll.
Are you ready?
11. I’m not afraid of being creepy – which, isn’t that creepy in itself?
10. I name everything. Everything. It creeps people out.
9. When I was in fourth grade, I convinced the group of ‘cool guys’ in my class that I was actually a vampire and that my fruit punch was really blood… enough said. All the other girls in class were batting eyes at them and trying to get dates. Creepy.
8. I love Tim Burton, and he’s Super Creepy.
7. Sometimes, when I eat things that have little pieces like rice or ground beef, it goes up my nose from my throat and I have to do creepy things to get them out. I don’t know how it happens – but it does, you can ask Alex. Ok, so that was more *gross* than *creepy* but oh well.
6. When I am pleased with myself over something I have done, I make this uber creepy laughing sound that *sort of* resembles The Count’s laugh from Sesame Street, but not enough to make it *not* freak people out. For confirmation, you can ask my boss, who says, “What is THAT? Are you just being Creepy?” Yes, yes I am.
5. When I was a kid, I fell in love with all the wrong people in Disney movies, like, all the bad guys. My mom was wicked worried… it creeped her out.
4. I have one eye that squints really hard when I smile so that I look like a pirate – my mouth gets all cooked too – it’s creepy.
3. The toenails on my little toes don’t grow. At All. They haven’t for years.
2. One of my most famous parlor tricks is swallowing a piece of spaghetti that I’m holding and then pulling it back up out of my throat. Oh yeah. Β (Hang in there, it’s almost over)
1. Who knows “Sideways Stories from Wayside School“? Anybody? Anybody? I have read this series an inordinate amount of times. It is, by far, the creepiest children’s book series in the history of the Entire World, And I Adored It. Still do.
The End. You’re free. Go roam in the world among those who aren’t as creepy as I.
Andi
This cracks me up. π And I’ve done the spaghetti noodle thing since I was little. π
Cyber Hi-Five to another creepy, cool cat!
same thing happens to me with the small pieces of food up my nose… how DOES that happen?
I think it’s like a magic power… or something.
I think we’re kindred food spirits, Lady, it’s part of our natural mystique!
love to you
andi