Six Quirks

It’s like it’s 2003 all over again. Oi with the memes already.

The Rules:

  1. Link to the person that tagged you.
  2. Post the rules on your blog.
  3. Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
  4. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
  5. Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.

This is all Jeff Holland’s fault.

Six Non-important/habits/quirks about me:

  1. My keys are always in my front left pants pocket, my iPhone is always in my front right pants pocket, and my wallet is always in my right rear pocket. If I’m in pocket-less shorts, well, my iPhone and wallet always stay to my right, and if I’m not carrying my keys [usually in my left hand, with my left pinky through the keyring], they’re tucked into the waistband of the shorts on my left side. Asking me to change might cause spontaneous combustion.
  2. Because I slept for years on loft beds and bunk beds without rails, I have to have my head against a solid surface for me to sleep. It’s the only way I can locate where I am as I sleep. I think if you moved my bed to the middle of the room and removed the headboard, I’d never sleep again. I might kill you first, though.
  3. I check all numbers that come into my worldview for divisibility by 3 and 9. One does this by adding the digits; if the sum is divisible by 3, the number is divisible by 3 as well. [Same goes for 9.] I used to while away time whilst bored in classes by putting a long number into a calculator, then factoring it down to 1 by adding or subtracting a number and dividing by 3. [No, I didn't date until college. Why do you ask?]
  4. I tug on my chin whiskers as I’m thinking, usually with my left hand. My theory for using the left hand is that I’m trying to stimulate creative thinking, so I use the motor skills on that side.
  5. I lock everything. Even when I’m pumping gas, I lock my car door. When I walk into the house, I immediately lock the deadbolt behind me.
  6. My passive soaks usually find me out driving. In fact, I haven’t had a good passive soak in far too long. Maybe I’ll do that as I leave the office today … drive out east into the Appalachian foothills and see what I can see.

Victims:

You know you love me.

Posted February 8th, 2008 in Fooftatsic by Geof F. Morris.

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