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[Supercharazad]

Okay:

I get really paranoid if I hear sounds in the night. I mean to the point where I can't sleep unless I have a rational explaination for it, and I can prove it.

I am really curious. I need to know how pretty much everything works, or it bugs me to no end.

When I was little, I refused to sleep with a teddy bear, because I thought it was a fire hazard. (logic being that it could catch fire easily.)I also slept with the door open for the same reason (even though it's safer to have the doors closed.)

I love watching fire, starting fire and I can tell what people are burning and have different reactions to different kinds of smoke. (For woodsmoke, I like it, coal smoke smells horrible, rubber smoke is TERRIBLE, I love the smell of charcoal ect.)

I am convined my cat is evil, and when it bears its teeth at me I do the same and stare it down.

I like symmetrical things. Non-symmetrical things bug me. If I eat an orange, I split the oange in half and eat each side with a different half of my mouth.

I eat 2-3 oranges every day. Oranges as in the big ones that are a bit bigger your fist

[Urist Imiknorris]

When I was little, I refused to sleep with a teddy bear, because I thought it was a fire hazard. (logic being that it could catch fire easily.)

Along with your mattress, your pillow, your sheets, you...

[Ranwick]

I was fed up with working as a "market research representative". Basically I was the guy who calls you up with a survey and tries to feign politeness. We worked for random companies that hired us. Would call up people using a random phone number thing and ask the questions in a very specific way, and if we made one mistake our overseer would tear us a new hole. Everything was recorded and reviewed by the favored employees.

So as I said I was fed up with getting screamed at for 7 bucks an hour, 4 days a week. Yeah it wasn't even part time, it was part part time. I didn't make friends with the higher ups so I wouldn't get called in to work as often. One day I had a drunk guy on the line and was doing my usual introduction. When he mumbled about screwing a dog, something in my head snapped. I then asked him if he'd like to talk about life. I guess he did, because he went on this long rant about his ex wife and his kids. I listened tentatively and even gave him a little story of my own, as if we were in a bar. It was a nice conversation. Of course the bosses were flipping through active calls and caught on to mine, and soon enough the manager was on my ass. They terminated the call and I was sent into the office with glass windows. What, was this high school? I knew I was going to be fired so I made a scene for my own amusement. Flipped papers around, ran out the glass door and jumped on a desk in one of the cubicles, and started flinging my lunch around at the people approaching. It was pretty fun. I lost the job, sure, but I never got into any legal trouble.

[Siquo]

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