... is always wrapped, but never makes its bed on the floor:(
Friday, January 14, 2011
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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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- One good law.
- The ultimate trap.
- The curious tea cup.
- Invest in boot cleaner.
- A new addition.
- Hibernation time.
- My favourite newspaper ...
- If drains could talk.
- Please don't hang so close to me.
- Caught in the act.
- St. Jame's Park briefing.
- Yes, please.
- No impromptu pole dancing.
- An interesting combination.
- Stella's soap.
- Looks like he had a rough New Year's.
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