My OCD, or whatever the hell it is, kicked in big time this morning.
I was brushing my teeth and happened to look in the mirror and could see the hand towel hanging on the wall behind me.
And it was hanging so that the label, you know the little Cannon 100% cotton label, was on the side facing out, and you could see it.
I had to stop what I was doing and turn the fucking towel around so the label was facing in against the wall. If I hadn't, it would have driven me crazy all day knowing it was hanging like that.
One of my exes used to deliberately tease me by knocking one of my pictures ajar on the wall as she was leaving in the morning (she had to get up and leave before me). The first few times she did it, I just figured it was an accident, then I realized the little biotch was doing it on purpose because she knew I would have to straighten it.
Ugh, just shoot me now. Put me out of my misery.
2 comments:
heh tell about how you always have to run back just before the elevator comes to make sure you closed your apt. door. Even though you jiggle it and push it to make sure it's closed when you leave.
I do the picture straightning thing too! :)
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