Icky icky

I like to pick my nose. It's satisfying.

I don't like it when I wake up and the excessive amount of ear wax has blocked my right ear so that I can't hear from that ear.

I like to pick the in between toe fluff by sliding my finger in between the toes.

I like to burrow my cold feet between my boyfriend's legs.

I don't like it when my hair looks pretty from the front, but is frizzy and knotty in the back. And there is nothing. I. can. do. about. it.

I don't like it when my teeth are dirty, but nonetheless enjoy scratching the white stuff off the teeth.

I like scratching a hard to reach itch. But don't like when right afterwards, an even harder to reach itch surfaces.

I love scratching my head when it itches, but hate the sound of someone else's head being scratched.

It is satisfying to pick those sticky dry sand things from my eye when I wake up. Sometimes it hurts a little though.

I love picking the fluff out of my boyfriends belly button. It is cute, and should always resurface when I'm gone.

I hate it when my lips are so dry they become geometrical.

I hate peeing, I feel like its a waste of time. The pee always wins in the end though.

I like to sit crosslegged and buddha style but I don't like it when my foot tingles endlessly with spiky ants who hate me.

I like to listen to the instrumental track of Donnie Darko and let it brainwash me. My brain is tuned to a certain radiowave. Only that one can make me feel happy and creeped out at the same time.

Human beings have very icky habits. Lets celebrate them! I mean, who are they hurting? No one! So lets embrace them.