Joel Fagin wrote: . . . and had a moth stuck in my ear for two weeks.
The moth was just a moth. They killed it and fished it out once it had fallen to bits. I was regaled with a tale about a poor kid with the same problem only with a cockroach and his nose.
- Joel Fagin
I saw a stand-up comedian do a set about having a moth in his ear. Apparently he had it out within the day, though.
It was really funny. If you get any more insects lodged in your head, you may have a real career in niche stand-up!
RA wrote:i used to want my parents to get a divorce. i still do when they fight, really.
My parents have been divorced for as long as I can remember (since I was three, actually). They fight all the time now, I'd hate to see what is was like when they were still married.
Joel Fagin wrote: . . . and had a moth stuck in my ear for two weeks.
The moth was just a moth. They killed it and fished it out once it had fallen to bits. I was regaled with a tale about a poor kid with the same problem only with a cockroach and his nose.
- Joel Fagin
I saw a stand-up comedian do a set about having a moth in his ear. Apparently he had it out within the day, though.
It was really funny. If you get any more insects lodged in your head, you may have a real career in niche stand-up!
I bet there's a fetish site for people who get turned on my people sticking insects up their facial orifices.
Joel Fagin wrote: . . . and had a moth stuck in my ear for two weeks.
The moth was just a moth. They killed it and fished it out once it had fallen to bits. I was regaled with a tale about a poor kid with the same problem only with a cockroach and his nose.
- Joel Fagin
I saw a stand-up comedian do a set about having a moth in his ear. Apparently he had it out within the day, though.
It was really funny. If you get any more insects lodged in your head, you may have a real career in niche stand-up!
I bet there's a fetish site for people who get turned on my people sticking insects up their facial orifices.
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I tried to look it up online to see if it existed, but accidentally typed INCEST instead of INSECT.
The irrational fears bit reminds me: I fear balloons.
Not hot air ones, nah, those are fine. The nasty plasticy little blow up birthday party balloons. People GRAB them and throw them around and smoosh them and they're just trying to pop them, and it's only a matter of time before they DO bloody pop, and its any second now oh god AAAARGH!
Hate hate hate.
Also, really tall buildings/statues/planes. I always think they're gonna fall on me. Like the Angel of the North, I always think it's gonna take off and strafe the car I'm in whenever I go past it. LOOK AT IT.
And as for the divorce.. I can relate. my parents have been divorced since I was... .. 11 I think. Not as young, but he hasn't really been around since i was four.
And as for something completely different!
I have a strange fascination for tassels and ribbons. And quite a few shiny objects.. although only if they sparkle prettily.
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Joel Fagin wrote:and had a moth stuck in my ear for two weeks.
Ooooh, damn. I had that happen, too, but fortunately only for about ten minutes. Just as my mom was getting ready to pour some hot water in my ear to drown the damn thing, it suddenly found its own way out and flew off.
Existence is a series of catastrophes through which everything barely but continually survives.
I have never in my life felt comfortable without owning a hoard.
This isn't so much a "ooh, I wanna be a DWAGGON!!!" kinda fetish as it is just... something strange about me. Although, my friends have called me draconic all my life. I know the value of my hoard to the penny.
When I was very little, but big enough to OWN stuff, I had an oscar the grouch bank that was full of change. I never used it. Just had it. Sometimes I would empty it out and roll around in it.
When I was a little kid (8-12) I started buying ounces of silver. At one point I had 200 of them.
Later on I had a coin collection that included several rare pieces.
For awhile, I collected one dollar bills. I had nearly $1000 in them, all ironed and held in a nice little container that every so often I'd open up and play with them.
Then I moved on to silver again. I used to like to build things out of the one ounce coins. Castles and stuff.
Now I have gemstones. Lots and lots of pretty, sparkly gemstones.
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rkolter wrote:I have never in my life felt comfortable without owning a hoard.
This isn't so much a "ooh, I wanna be a DWAGGON!!!" kinda fetish as it is just... something strange about me. Although, my friends have called me draconic all my life. I know the value of my hoard to the penny.
When I was very little, but big enough to OWN stuff, I had an oscar the grouch bank that was full of change. I never used it. Just had it. Sometimes I would empty it out and roll around in it.
When I was a little kid (8-12) I started buying ounces of silver. At one point I had 200 of them.
Later on I had a coin collection that included several rare pieces.
For awhile, I collected one dollar bills. I had nearly $1000 in them, all ironed and held in a nice little container that every so often I'd open up and play with them.
Then I moved on to silver again. I used to like to build things out of the one ounce coins. Castles and stuff.
Now I have gemstones. Lots and lots of pretty, sparkly gemstones.
Up until last year, Maria would hoard pieces of fruit. They would go under her pillow and were slept upon until such a time arose that they were ready for eating. Sometimes, this would take days.
FYI...if you're going to sleep on fruit, green apples are the most resillient.
You're just jealous because you can't get away with speaking in the third person...
Joel Fagin wrote:and had a moth stuck in my ear for two weeks.
Ooooh, damn. I had that happen, too, but fortunately only for about ten minutes. Just as my mom was getting ready to pour some hot water in my ear to drown the damn thing, it suddenly found its own way out and flew off.
Not only do I wear glasses now for bird protection, now I'll start stuffing crap in my ears to keep bugs out.
Yick!
Cope wrote:I have luposlipaphobia.
Isn't that the fear of being chased by wolves while wearing socks on a tile floor?
Well, I'm engaged to be married next July to a guy who's from Hawaii and is also legally blind (although he can still see nearsightedly from his left eye).
I was mentally abused by my previous boyfriend and I believe that that relationship made me far more appreciative of how amazing Brandon (my fianc
