Friday, October 12, 2007
Here's a secret oddity about me.
When I'm around men...I always look at their adam's apple.
I don't know why.
We can be in our small group having in-depth conversations about really deep things...but at some point, being the easily distracted lame-o I am, I will inevitably scan the room...looking at adam's apples.
If you are non-female...and you've ever been around me...I've looked at your adam's apple.
I've noticed it.
It's true...and I can't stop.
They are so weird and sort of gross...which then makes them crazy fascinating to me.
Just thinking about touching one...
Yep...I just convulsed.
Is having an adam's apple sort of like having a knee cap on your neck?
That's what I've imagined them to be like.
When I touch my knee cap and it moves...I have to blink back the barf.
If Aaron ever put his adam's apple on me, I would hyperventilate and heave.
I'm sorry...but if you're male...I have probably also imagined smacking your adam's apple with a wooden spoon or a spatula...or a baseball bat...
because I want your adam's apple to go in...not stick out.
I have imagined playing "whack a mole" with your adam's apple.
It feels good to come clean.
I know most people have parts of the body that make them cringe...
So no one break out the meds or straight jackets.
I'm fine. Maybe.