Back in St. Olaf:

saladho - 2004-06-12 01:30:57
I pick scabs too.
But I've never had a tick. Eww.
(Ooh, I rhymed!)
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Anne A. - 2004-06-12 16:02:39
Oooh... the car thing would drive me NUTZ. And the X-mas tree thing, too. OK, I HAVE to get this out... here's what my Mom does that is...OCD? Strange? Wierd? You decide. She has a garbage can in her kitchen. With a regular, white plastic garbage bag in it. And then inside of that, there is a grocery store recyclable-type bag. And garbage is ONLY allowed to go into the smaller, grocery store bag. But wait... even before this, all garbage must be placed into an empty bread bag, or milk carton, etc, and then tied up with a twisty thing. Then all of the sealed packages go out to the garage into a sealed metal can. And if I should deviate from this when I visit? Well, let's just say that her day is ruined, as is mine. Don't even get me started on her bathroom garbage cans...
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lap - 2004-06-12 23:05:36
"DID YOU PUT IT OUTSIDE?!" You've got to be fucking kidding me! I am evil so I would've said "Nope I put it in your bed" but it's not like it's a ladybug.
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Cosmicrayola - 2004-06-13 08:24:37
I have a very strong stomach. I can eat while you discuss anything. I can eat while watching surgery being performed on TV, but ticks? THey make me gag. I have no clue why. And the "Mom" question? Yes, dear. At a child's birth, a mysterious stranger comes into the room with pen and paper and makes you sigh an Oath to drive your kids nuts right up until the hour of your death. I had to sign two. One for my son and one for my daughter. I have lived up to that oath very well. Just ask them.
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