*sigh, as usual…I’ve been tagged.
Tags are so fun but it’s also really funny when folks don’t TELL you that you’ve been tagged but weeks later, get pissy when your ass didn’t do the exercise.
Not that serious…lol
Nonetheless, 80sBaby70sSoul tagged me…and I will comply.
-I really think that I have an undiagnosed case of OCD. I do things in very specific order and when I am ‘off’ (if ever), things just don’t seem to go right for that day. I can lock my door, say out loud that I locked it, but will still go back and check it at least twice. Don’t ask me why.
-When I shave (or get a brazilian wax, which I absolutely LOVE), I like to lay in bed with my hands on my vajay-jay. It’s so soft that I can’t help but to touch it. *shrugs shoulders*
-I am addicted to anything that comes on the Oxygen channel! I can sit and watch murder mysteries ALL DAY! It blows my mind how people can be stupid enough to premeditate murder in the first place but then lack the ability to be a wee bit flawless in their execution.
-I’m very much so a jeans and tshirts type of girl. I’m not big on dressing up. It just irks me thinking about everything that goes into it. Now, don’t get me wrong…if (and when) I go out, I am most certainly cute. But I feel that if you have enough swag (which I do), you can pull off rocking a nice fitted tee with your favorite expression on it, some cute booty hugging jeans and heels (or sneaks if thats your thing) and still look as hot as the girl in an overpriced name brand outfit. Being “extra” is so over-rated.
-Amerie’s album, Touch, was my shit. However, it was a long time before I was able to listen to it b/c I had just gotten out of a bad relationship when it came out. One night, I was driving to his house to confront him about some things and I was listening to the album. So during that ‘down’ time, the thoughts of everything that happened played continuously in my head. Couldn’t deal with it but all is definitely well now.
-I like men who have feminine features (i.e., long eyelashes, beautiful defined brows, baby smooth skin). It’s more attractive to me than the rugged street look. Don’t confuse this ‘type’ with a metrosexual, pretty boy or a homosexual. I could show you pics of what I mean.
-I can not eat hard candy. I’m always afraid that I’ll breathe the wrong way, it’ll go down the wrong windpipe and *boom* the end of me. Swallowing pills is also a hard thing for me to do.