Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Confession #5
Of all my irrational fears, this one takes the cake. In one of my last confessions, I admitted to my freaky fear of trains. I hate them, but not as much as I hate feet. Confession # 5, I hate hate hate feet. Not my own feet. They are okay- I hate other people's feet. I hate touching them, I hate with they touch me, I hate having them near me. I hate feet. I know what you're thinking... why feet? Well, let me explain- they smell bad, they are always either super HOT and nasty, or cold and dead-like. They are almost always dirty... even with socks on, I hate 'em. Now, to some of you, this confession may pose as a potential way to torture me, but if you even THINK about putting your smelly, sweaty, dirty, nasty feet on me, I'll kick you in the shin and never speak to you again... don't test me people.
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that's why we're friends...your the only person I know who isn't tempted(besides when you're being super mean to me) to touch my feet....and we all KNOW what that does to me....
I share your hatred of feet. But my hatred also includes my own. I can't stand my own feet.
Weird. At least now I know I'm not alone.
I hate skinny ankles. If I can see the little back to your ankle it grosses me out. I feel like they are exposed, or if you bend your ankle too far it will just snap off.
I vacuumed today; I thought of you :P
i don't like feet either!
and i would love to go scarf shopping...
also...my mom makes my knitted scarves and NOV 22 we are having a fairtrade/craft bazzaar at simpson and she's selling all her stuff!
so what are you going to do when you get married..and you and your husband are sleeping in bed and his feet touch yours? will you kick him in the shin?!?! *ouch* :) i'm sure you'll warn him well in advance, or maybe he'll be the one to break you of your fear:) . . . we should go over to Arcata sometime, just to go grocery shopping.. :)
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