Quirky rituals

I guess used to always lace my belt so that the buckle and the button matched up. And I like everything to be in nice big orderly piles or arranged neatly in a specific place when I tidy up - if there's some little tidbit that just doesn't fit in any category, I often throw it away. But most other times, everything else fits under the umbrella of vaniy. In general I'm a slob.

Musically, I'm full of quirks. I love to tap out guitar right-hand arpeggio patterns when I'm bored, or practice piano scales on my knee. I also love to bang my head when I'm listening to particulately passionate music. I look like a loony when listening to Rach's Sonata #2, and waltzes have me throwing up my head on the ONE of the ONE-two-three. And then, having recently discovered my latent perfect pitch abilities, I like to figure out what note stuff sound at. Like doorbells, busy signals and over-enthusiastic "Hi!"s. And it's true - most toilets flush on a E-flat...

Jam it back in, in the dark.