Ummmmm…Well……I hoard black licorice. That’s right *sigh*………I’m a black licorice addict.
Another thing…When I was a teenager, my Mom thought it was so funny to take me along to the grocery store when toilet paper was on sale. Yes, she would cut out all of the coupons to be found to get max amount of bulk packages of it…you know, so many per customer kind of thing. Then as I would be walking down the aisle, arms full of toilet paper, she would walk behind me, and laugh…..because, the boy I had a crush on worked there. Is that terrible, or what? I’m scarred for life. She eventually got him to ask me out.
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Ummmmm…Well……I hoard black licorice. That’s right *sigh*………I’m a black licorice addict.
Another thing…When I was a teenager, my Mom thought it was so funny to take me along to the grocery store when toilet paper was on sale. Yes, she would cut out all of the coupons to be found to get max amount of bulk packages of it…you know, so many per customer kind of thing. Then as I would be walking down the aisle, arms full of toilet paper, she would walk behind me, and laugh…..because, the boy I had a crush on worked there. Is that terrible, or what? I’m scarred for life. She eventually got him to ask me out.
Posted on December 30th, 2008 at 8:29 pm
lol
now i know the way to your heart
hemingway also loved black licorice
in alcoholic form
Posted on December 30th, 2008 at 10:02 pm
I would say my most embarrassing habit is talking to myself sometimes is worse when I am anxious..
Posted on January 2nd, 2009 at 2:30 pm
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