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Monday, September 13, 2010
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About me.
Three verifiable things about me. One. I am an only child. The concept of sharing, therefore, is foreign to me. Two. I am a Virgo. The sign regarded as a perfectionist. Three. My mother raised me to be meticulously clean; compulsively tidy. According to my mother, "You have taken this clean thing way too far." I disagree. Apologies to my mother.
Nature or nurture? Who knows? Who cares? I have not been diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Nor would I label myself a Cleanaholic. Or a Germaphobe. My world though, is definitely a unique place. One where doors open magically. Hotel mattresses are pristine. And estheticians never double dip.
I live in this world without a bubble or a honeycomb mask. About 15 years ago I got tired of catching the flu du jour and became ever more so hygienically vigilant -- perhaps obsessively so.
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- On the subject of diapers.
- One primate checking in.
- Taxi!
- Do you pick up naked people?
- No complaints.
- Relax.
- The Store Bought Diet.
- The Backyard Diet.
- The first thing I do on a plane.
- Up here.
- Hmmm.
- Yeah.
- Yum.
- Boo.
- Hands-free doors.
- An odd garbage observation.
- If it's not PVD, what is it?
- Refreshing?
- See what purity can do for you.
- Making an example of this kale.
- When hygiene really counts.
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