Admissions of the Quirky Kind

All right, I submit on this extremely rare occasion for a tag meme~~
I believe I've been tagged about 5 times between this journal and my other one.

Love you guys for thinking of me, even if I pretend a coma.

I really tried to play dead, act like I never read the tags, you know, fly under the radar, but this time, I need writing material, so I'll finally cave and attempt foregoing personal information that if I read this correctly, might not shed the finest lights on a person. Provided honesty is adhered too...............

******** Five things that are odd/quirky about yourself *******

1) No matter the weather, or state of dress attire, I always go outside within 3 minutes of waking up. Now, summer months are much nicer for this habit, I can be found early morning wandering around my backyard typically lacking decent coverage. During the winter months, I typically grab a rob and slippers.
I need fresh air and no walls immediately in the morning or I feel claustrophobic.

2) I cannot, never, ever, absolutely NOT, write with a blue pen. Anything I write, whether it's in one of my handwritten journals, a grocery list, a scratch note of mindless nothings, doesn't matter the reason must be a BLACK pen. If I find myself tricked and holding a blue pen I will pitch a fit and search far and wide before I'll finish one word in blue pen.

3) See #2, because this ties in. I abhor writing on anything that contains lines. Not a single one of my journals has lines. My notepads for work, line-less My grocery list hanging on the side of the fridge, devoid of lines.
Lines are like the bars of a jail to me. I cannot stand them.
If I was on a deserted island with a blue pen and a notebook full of paper with lines, I'd pitch it into the sea and scribble in the sand with a stick before I wrote with them.
I know, no words needed, strange and unusual people have to cling to their quirks.

4) I am a bag lady. I cannot leave the house without at least 3 bags with me. First is always one of my handbags, for the money and necessities.
Second is full of writing material. Notebooks, pens, stationary, paper.
And the last one is a bag with reading material, books, magazines and Ipod.
It does not matter if I am going to the grocery store, or across town to visit a person, these bags must be in my possession at all times. Now, I do leave the latter two in the car while I'm shopping and such, but as long as I know they are within walking distance of me, I am content. Without them, I am lost. You never know when you could be caught in a blizzard, a wreck, broke down car, out of gas, etc and need the goods with you!!! I buy a lot of handbags, always in search of the perfect ones, small, large, beautiful and personal. <add shopping obsession with bags to the quirks>

5) The most embarrassing.
I am irrationally, unexplainably repulsed by all things worm like ::shudder::
Yes, I know, they are the most harmless creatures in the world.
I don't care, I hate them.
One is not complete without one irrational phobia and worms ::shudder:: are my claim.
This includes, but is not limited to worms, slugs, centipedes, some snakes, microscopic parasites that take the form of wormy appearance, and anything else that remotely resembles a worm. :::cringe:::
Throw a worm on me, I will kill you.
Toss a spider at me and I will pick it up and take it outside. A bee can sit on my shoulder and I will smile sweetly at it. No problem.
A worm, can reduce me to a psychotic lunatic.
Imagine my house after a rain and the worms have formed a barricade down the sidewalk to the car, I have to take a valuim and use a blindfold just to make it to the car.
It's not pretty.
Gardening can only be done with sturdy gloves and lots of screaming for my daughters to come save me. They are very brave and harbor no fear to these repulsive beasts.
It's not pretty.
Now you know why I flyfish only, fake bugs are a good thing.

::::double shudder and many nightmares tonight about this:::::


Now, I am thoroughly embarrassed.

If you have been able to avoid this up until now, consider yourself TAGGED.