I feel I need to indulge my obsessive-compulsive nature. This will be by making LISTS. I am going to go away and write down 'top ten...' lists. I am going to name my potential children. I am going to make the perfect mix CD. How blissful it is to succumb. I might even allow myself to start collecting a new thing (in the past it's been stamps, packages, phone cards, the corny quote-for-the-day off raisin packets). I recently saw a lady on the Antiques Roadshow (now you really know how weird I am--it's one of my favourite shows) who had a collection of wedding photographs, and I loved the idea of collecting old photos. I am very tempted to do so.
And there is nothing wrong with loving the Antiques Roadshow. :) To tell the truth, it's not the antiques I watch it for, usually--it's the funny old British men who know so much about some obscure portion of history and get so excited over someone's dingy old clock or grimy teaspoon.
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"...it's the funny old British men who know so much about some obscure portion of history and get so excited over someone's dingy old clock or grimy teaspoon."
:D Such a way with words, to keep me laughing.
I am obsessive-compulsive about several things. Nothing wrong with making top ten lists or collecting things. I don't think I collect anything(on purpose) except for my own photographs right now, oh, and souvenirs from vacations.
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