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Day Four

a habit you wish you didn't have

I bite my nails so short that I cause myself physical pain. I was able to stop for about 6 months. I just made the decision one day to stop and I did. Then for no apparent reason I started again and can't stop myself. Alan is forever telling me off but I like the way it feels when the bit of nail rips away from my finger! I'm a little bit wrong in case you hadn't figured that out yet. I know its true because the 8 ball on the crappy phone Erin shouldn't have bought told me so.

I am also very forgetful (I put washing in the washing machine and then completely forget its there!), I am terrible at finishing things, I drink enough coca-cola to keep a small African village awake for 3 years, I shop when I am feeling blue and spend way too much money in general, despite hating bad spelling I always misspell definately (see! its an i not an a!), I use far too many exclamation marks when I write!, I use ... too much in much in written communication, I have trouble sitting still and twitch a lot, I clench my jaw and I eat potato chips ALL the time even though I know I shouldn't cause I'm trying to lose weight not accumulate it.

Apart from all of that... I am awesome!
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  1. Anecdotal Anna7 October 2010 at 15:02

    OH come on - I just did my post and thought I would check in on yours and we have the same concept! First it was our splotchy eyes now this.

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