I’m still mad the rain ruined my copy of Never Let Me Go today. Yea, its’ still readable, but it’s all warped, wrinkly and turning yellow on the top. It’s going to bother me for the rest of time, I swear. I hate when my books aren’t prefect. They also have to be in paperback, and the binding can’t be broken. I know I said something about that earlier, but it’s pretty much the truth. My books are rarely borrowed by others because I will bitch someone out if they mess my book up. Trust me, my sister (who borrowed a book from me five months ago and hasn’t returned it yet because she doesn’t read) got really tired of me giving the speech every time I walk into her room and it’s just laying on her floor like she doesn’t care. There is only one book on the shelve that doesn’t look brand new and that’s my copy of Ella Enchanted. I’m kind of psycho about this. I even get angry when my text books look like crap. I have to stop myself from buying new ones just because the used ones are… well used.
I also hated it when customers/my co-workers hummed/whistled when I was at work. I have no idea why I got such an anger headache with that but it drove me so freaking crazy. (I also developed a hatred for old people. One of the reason’s I’m glad I don’t work there anymore because I love old people again.) But I think the book thing bounders on crazy people behavior.