A Freaky-Deaky Sneeky Peeky

To continue with yesterday's theme, I am weird. Or at least do weird things. Behold:

2. I am a thrice certified Subway sandwich artist. In high school, I was a star employee who knew the correct ounces of lettuce per foot long (2), the appropriate amount of mayo (two lines, unless the "guest" requested more), and the exact number of pepperoni slices on the BMT (6). You can laugh, but I looked damn good in that visor.

3. I wear a sleep mask. Mine is pink and matches my poodle, Fifi, and the bon bons I keep beside me in bed.

4. I have a deep and troubling fear of escalators.

5. I just ate a whole box of Girl Scout Tagalongs. If you knew me in real life, you would understand how weird this truly is.

6. My first serious high-school boyfriend's name was B.J., which stood for Baby James. Literally. On his birth certificate. We lived in North Carolina--that may help explain it.

7. I don't really like babies. Kids are great because you can reason with them, but babies just piss me off a little bit, what with their unfocused eyes and aloof attitude. Look at me when I'm talking to you!

8. I have always relied on the kindness of strangers.

9. I read the Baby Sitter's Club #24: Claudia and the Sad Good-bye last week. Those girls are so resourceful.

10. My great-grandmother ran a brothel in Cleveland. Swear to Pete--I come from a long, proud line.

Tag! You're it Average Jane, EJ Takes Life, Es Locura, Hyacinth and Biscuits, Janee, Starboard Tack and You'd Never Guess.

In the Comments section, tell me if you're feeling out of sorts today. I'm just a schwee bit off kilter. I think it was the Tagalongs.