MaryAnn tagged me with a meme, so let’s play:
THE RULES
1. All right, here are the rules.
2. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
3. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
4. People who are tagged write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
5. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
Eight pointless things about me:
1. I am very sneezy — as in, I sneeze all the time. And I almost always sneeze at least three times in a row. Sometimes, I can make myself sneeze silently.
2. I think I’m going to die by falling. I’m relatively certain I’ll either be in an elevator when the cord snaps, or in a plane crash. Not surprisingly, I am a little uneasy riding in elevators and flying.
3. I have a terrible habit of pulling on and playing with my nose ring. This makes me look like I’m constantly picking my nose in public (when, in fact, I only pick my nose in private).
4. My mom wanted to spell my name Jyl or Jil. Thank God my dad shut that idea down.
5. I have a major lingerie fetish — some women loves shoes, some women love bags, I can’t stop buying underwear. I have two drawers and several storage bags full of it. I have books about it. I have to plan out my route in certain neighborhoods to avoid my favorite stores, because I am unable to walk by without going in and buying something. And while I’ll spend stupid amounts of money on fancy underwear, I almost never wear it — I go with basic cotton boy-shorts almost every single day.
6. I love the smell of ballpoint pen ink.
7. I am very klutzy, and I injure myself a lot. Yesterday I banged my head on the freezer door (it was open, and I was standing up after having kneeled down to put something in the fridge), banged my shin on a crate (wasn’t watching where I was going in a deli), hit my elbow or something or other, and tripped at least twice.
8. I cannot stand nail clippers. I have never clipped my own nails, and cannot have my nails clipped at the manicurist. Occasionally they will clip my toenails during a pedicure, and it makes me feel like I’m biting down on a metal spoon while listening to finger nails drag across a chalkboard. The feeling — but especially the sound — of nail clippers gives me the shivers. My room mate clips her nails when I’m not home, or does it in her room with the door shut. I invest in nail files.
I tag:
1. Trailer Park Feminist
2. Magniloquence
3. Kactus
4. A.H.M.K.
5. All of you!