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I really enjoy visiting my local post office! I buy my stamps there, and mail my bills from the drop box. I truly enjoy handing the box of goodies over to the clerk to be weighed, insured and sent to the unsuspecting receiver! Pure simplicity :)

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My graduating class in high school was only 25 people.

I'm nutritionally dependant on my coffee-maker and my microwave...after that it's excess.

yes coffee!!
 

I do that. I don't like leaving things messy.

I only drink Jager out of the bottle!

I don't eat meat and I have lost TOO MUCH weight because of that.

I never knew I had excess facial hair till i bought a magnifying mirror.

I regret coloring my hair again. I had it all silver, then colored it about a year ago. Its been a PITA ever since and I miss my silver hair. So, I am growing it out again, gonna get it butchered off very short, then let the silver come back in.

Bahaha that's why I don't keep pictures in my bedroom of family/friends,etc.

I sleep with 7 pillows on my bed but rest my head on only 2.

There is a theory out there that femmes sleep with a lot more pillows than butches lol. Toss 5 of those pillows JDeere lol

When I turned 30, I started dying my hair a deep auburn. I got more dates and phone numbers than I ever had before. :| I kept that up for about 10 years. Then I let my natural color grow back out. When I first started getting gray hairs, I tweezed them out. Then as I got more, I dyed each gray hair individually, because I didn't want that 'dyed hair' look. Talk about a PITA! Then finally I just let it go - although I still occasionally tweeze the occasional 'wild' gray hair that grows in all weirdly kinky.

Yes, I am vain about my hair.

HAHAHA no way I aint getting rid of my John Deere pillows!

I can type without looking at the keyboard so well, that I could type in complete darkness. I am also a fast typer so I always win arguements that take place on a computer. LOL

I have 4 sets of grandparents, 3 pairs are deceased, one pair I am not sure of.

I really love the moon.

I am now an owner on my body of 18 tattoos.

Sometimes when I can't sleep and I'm really desperate, I listen to "beautiful music" to fall asleep. ("Beautiful music" is what we used to call "elevator music" - instrumental versions of pop songs from the 1940s until now.) Usually it makes me sleep like a baby - unless by coincidence they play a string of songs I know the words to. Then it's like karaoke as I sing along in my head, and I still can't sleep.

I'm sometimes very, very quiet when interacting with people in one-on-one situations, or quiet even when it's among friends.... like at dinner party. This quietness of mine will often confuse people who've known me for years because of prior work history, where I don't really get the choice to be quiet. But, in general, I'm a quiet type of person, and I like that about me.

I have an aversion to "Daddy" types of personality or person's who are of the "Sir" types of personality/persuasion. I won't date those types of people or let that type of behavioral choice have any place in my life.

I have a barely noticeable bump on my bottom lip from a childhood accident. My partner is the only person who's ever mentioned it or intentionally kissed it.

:bow:

I have a scar on my right eyebrow from a childhood accident, very few people have noticed it....

I have scars on my lip and eyebrow from childhood. Interesting to see scars on the body. Some stories are remembered, some are lost.

I have a scar in the fold of my eye lid.

When we were young my mom let us play in the car all the time, and I even had her keys. So, I wanted to see if the keys would fit in the crack where the window rolled down...they fit, but they got stuck on something.

I got frustrated, and leaned over to look while I yanked on the keys...and as the keys finally came loose, they cut open my left eye lid. I'm darn lucky I didn't poke my eye out!

We all have scars and Besame has scissors... just saying...

I have another scar on my arm. When I was a child my brother hooked me with a fishing hook right through the meat of my elbow. And it went all the way through. My father sat me down and said he could either cut it out by cutting the hook and just pulling it.through, Or we can pack up, quit fishing and go allll the way to the hospital.

You can guess what I told him to do ..

I have a scar on my left knee (near my kneecap) where I fell when I was little and a piece of slate cut right there under my kneecap.

Thankfully it did not involve scissors. I am concerned about the theme here (as girl_dee pointed out). Just being funny it did make me laugh for real.