One: I find it very hard to throw stuff away, I am hoarder of unimaginable proportions. I literally have boxes full of stuff that I've collected over the years that have not seen the light of day for many a moon, yet I can't bring myself to pass on.
Two: I have a collection of stuffed toys. Laugh as you will Dave, I can't resist cuddly things.
Three: When someone sends me a message in "Txt spk" I get really pissy and don't want to read it. Odd for someone who used to speak l33t.
Four: I love to dance, I can't do it, but I love to try. I am also very self concious of the fact that I can't, so I only ever do it when I've had a drink. I love watching professional dancers, especially ball room dancers. I wish I could do something half that graceful.
Five: As a child I had a phobia of wolves, some BBC documentary about them scared the hell out of me, and after that I just was terrified of them. Didn't help that my house is out in the woods.
Six: I have a coca-cola addiction. This is not a joke, if I don't have it I start getting grumpy, get headaches, and generally am not pleasant to be around.
Seven: I try not to start a new book until I have a day to myself, if it's one I've read before I can start and stop as I please, but with a new book I struggle to put it down to the point where I'm walking round the house to do things still reading.
Eight: I hate feeling awkward, I used to mumble a lot and was taunted about it quite a bit. I'm not the best at enunciation now, but I'm a lot better with it than I used to be.
Nine: I'm highly competitive, more so around friends than with strangers, but it's still there as anyone who's played me on x-box live can testify. I can be a bad winner.
Ten: God I'm only halfway through this? I cry at movies, tv, and video games. Final Fantasy 7 is the worst. When I first watched Advent Children I couldn't stop.
Eleven: I have an undeniable talent for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.
Twelve: When I was born one of my toes was crossed over the top of another and wouldn't uncross, the doctors wanted to chop it off but luckily didn't. It sorted itself out in my early years.
Thirteen: My mother is so superstitious that she won't even have the volume on the radio set to thirteen.
Fourteen: If I haven't talked to someone in a while, I find it hard to send them a message to see how they're doing, if they get in touch with me first I'm fine, but I just can't take that first step.
Fifteen: I detest the cold, I even have my bed lined up so I can go to sleep laying against my heater at night, but strangely give my jacket away whenever I'm out with a friend who doesn't have one.
Sixteen: When I was little we had a pet deer called Bamber, his mum was run over by a car when he was a baby and my dads uncle found him and brought him to the farm.
Seventeen: I have to resist urges when I go shopping, I have so many jackets and shoes that I hardly ever wear.
Eighteen: I have a horrible habit of getting annoying songs stuck in my head, which is a pain around this time of year.
Nineteen: I find the sound of a ticking clock to be hypnotically relaxing.
Twenty: I'm off to light my coal fire, this has taken me far too long from start to finish and my house is now freezing.
