"slightly"? heh.
Good list. 
Six Weird Things About Me:
1. Before I leave my house to go somewhere, I check, double-check, and sometimes triple-check that the following appliances are turned off: the iron, curling iron, coffee pot, and stove. With the first three, I not only check to make sure they're turned off, I also visually check the nearest electrical outlet to make sure they're unplugged. And sometimes, just for extra certainty, I run my hand over the electrical outlet to verify by touch that there's nothing plugged in to it. With the stove, I check all the controls to make sure they're in the off position. But since my warped brain thinks the controls might by lying, or my eyes might be playing tricks on me, I have to touch every burner to make sure it's cool to the touch. I do this, sometimes 2 or 3 times in a row, before I leave the house, even if I haven't cooked anything that day. Oh, and if I have burned a candle in the house at some point at night? Forget about it - - I can't sleep until I've walked around the house a few times checking every single candle to make sure that none of them are burning, even if it's one I didn't light that night.
2. I call my cats silly names that are somehow spin-offs of the real names, instead of actually calling them by their real names, most of the time. For instance: one of my cats is named Pearl. I call her any and all of the following at various times: Pearly-girl, Poodle, Poodle McBoodle, Pearl-a-licious, Poodie-Poodie, Poodle-icious. She responds to all of them. She thinks I'm weird.
3. I hate doing laundry. I am so opposite you in that way. I throw clothes any which way when I take them off, or reject them as an outfit to wear that day. And instead of regularly doing laundry, every so often I just walk around the house and pick various pieces of clothing up off the floor or furniture that I might want to wear soon, and I'll just wash that one load at a time. I'm terrible that way. (Today, thanks to a friend who gave me a sharp kick in the ass about this issue, I am actually doing all my laundry. It'll probably take about 30 loads to get it all done. It's not going to be finished today. I'm hoping to have it all finished by the end of the day Sunday.)
4. I dance a lot, and usually at weird or inappropriate times. At work I'll tap dance sometimes on the hard matt that my desk chair rolls on top of. At the grocery store I'll tap dance or do ballet moves as I'm perusing the shelves, searching for what it is I want to buy. And when I clean the kitchen, or anywhere in the house for that matter, I have to put on a cd to dance to while I do it: if it's the soundtrack for "Chicago," I'll pretend like I'm one of the girls in the movie and mimic their dances while I clean; if it's Annie Lennox's "Diva," I'll shake my ass a lot, and pretend I'm Demi Moore in "Striptease."
5. If I get a crush on a guy, I act like the silliest fool around him. I can't seem to help it. I say silly things
1. I object to the assumption that I may have "some weird crap to share".
2. I used to like peanut butter and cream cheese sandwiches. Until one day, I tasted one, and suddenly found it utterly horrid. Haven't had one since, and the thought makes me queasy.
3. I recently wrote a(n unrequited) love letter to a woman I've known since 1987.
4. I was once arrested for breaking into a mental institution.
5. Once, after drinking an obscene amount of vodka, I threw up a McDonalds french fry in such a way as to land on the back of my right shoulder. No one who witnessed this can explain.
6. I was an alter server at the first Catholic mass in North America at which girls were allowed as altar server while a Bishop led mass. I was not one of the girls, but still.
7. There IS no 7. 6, you said. Sorry, I got carried away. Don't read this one.
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8. I used to work miracles as a kid, but only involving wiffle &/or baseball. It's true-- my relationship with God (we've since broken up) singlehandedly caused the Bill Buckner/ Red Sox World Series collapse against the Mets in 1986. (The Mets and I also broke up, incidentally. Partly due to my guilt over having caused Buckner eternal and very public shame.)
9. I could go on, and say something about some really peculiar dreams involving a lollipop, Armageddon, and my dog Josie, but I'll stop. For now.
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