Aimee's Entry - The Oddity That Is Me...

Today has been one of those monotonous days. It's been dreadfully tedious so far and it's left me longing for a nap. Plus, unpleasant remnants of last nights migraine have dug their claws in and are happily hanging on for dear life. Sighs. Anyhow, days like today either put my brain to sleep or force me to think about inconsequential shit. Unfortunately, I couldn't allow my brain to catch some Zzzzz's so that left me with the inconsequential pondering.

So, I started thinking about the odd obsessions that I have with some things. I mentioned a few of them in yesterday's entry, let's talk about me.

It made me wonder, why do I pick up these weird attachments to things? Or develop some weird, unexplainable habits?

Shrugs. I don't know the answer but I know I certainly have a few. Weird attachments or hang-ups, I suppose you could call them.

Like panties for instance. I have a strange panty fetish. Not lingerie, just panties. The sexy, lacy, slinky kind. I know I mentioned my obsession with pajamas but no one in their right mind would consider my pajamas lingerie or remotely sexy, for that matter. I like those comfy yet cutesy two piece pant set pajamas. But, don't get me wrong, I love sexy lingerie too but it's panties that I collect like my son's prized possession of Yu-Gi-Oh cards. And I have to ask myself why? Most of them are ridiculously expensive and they're usually so flimsy that it takes next to nothing to ruin them. Just last week I put a thumb nail through a perfectly lovely pair of black lace "boy shorts" panties. Oh well, I like them. What're ya gonna do?

And then there's my glitter fetish. I can never quite get a handle on this one. I don't know? But I fucking LOVE glitter. Glitter body lotion, glitter body gel, glitter shower gel, glitter body spray, glitter lip gloss. Glitter, glitter, glitter. One of my favorite body sprays is called 'Shimmering Waters' and that stuff will make you glow like a beacon in the night when you get in direct sunlight. Apparently I have sparkly issues.

Capri pants. Why do I like them so much? One would think that they'd be annoying, right? I mean, they're not really pants yet they're not shorts either. They're stuck somewhere in between. But it doesn't matter. I adore them. Completely.

Toe rings. They're so damn cute. They're extremely uncomfortable if you're not wearing open toed shoes but I don't care, I love them. Seriously love them.

And as far as weird habits… well, there’s my desk at work. Don’t Fuck With It. I can’t stand it when things are out of place. My stapler, tape, post-it pads, paperclips, etc. have their place and I get itchy when people move them. And God, I can NOT stand it when there’s paperwork just lying around on my desk, it drives me to distraction, I have to make it go away. The smart ass guys that work here think it’s funny to fuck with me so they move my shit around all the time. You know - my stapler a couple inches to the left, my tape on the other side of my rolodex, my post pads crooked, work orders spread haphazardly across my desk. Ha, ha - they’re so funny, huh? One day I’m just going to go nuts on the smart ass motherfuckers and then we’ll see how funny they think it is.

Okay, well that wraps up Aimee's "I Have Issues" session for today. But seriously, is it just me? Am I the only loopy one out there that finds themselves attracted to some of the silliest things? Or saddled with some weirdo habits?