Sometimes cringe at the sound when other people scratch themselves

sing like a pro in da shower

think that your whole life is just a dream and that you're going to wake up someday

Listen to song and think of a great montage that would go with it.

When listening to music via headphones in public, I become paranoid that I am bothering everyone around me as my breathing becomes louder without me realising.

I HATE minecraft gift codes and the morons who post about them. I wish those morons would get off my planet.

Comment on here and wait a few days and see if I got some likes . CMOOON , You do it .

When I notice that I have just breathed in/out, for the next minute or so I feel like I have to make a conscious effort to keep breathing.

collect kleenex boxes for the cool designs

speak proper english

When I'm riding passenger in a car, things I'm driving past will be a part of my imaginary drum kit. When a car passes in the opposite direction, I'll tap my right foot as the bass drum, a drain hole along the gutter is my left hand snare, and the street signs and lights are the hi-hats in my right hand.

Being afraid to close your eyes when you're washing your hair in the shower because you think a murderer will be right there when you open your eyes again. That or Scared to shower when your home alone at night.

Read this site's posts, think of something awesome to write but then forget it because you decided to read more and finish the page rather than write it immediately.

while i'm doing something,i think a suitable soundtrack for it.

I constantly get itches. On awkward parts of my body. In public places. And it's torture.

skipping back to the start of the guitar solo over and over so I can pretend I'm playing it

wait up to 14 days just to find the opportunity to use one, really good, joke.

Give vocal commentary on the song I just played when I'm the only one in the car.

Refreshing captcha codes for five minutes straight until you find reasonably legible letters.

Poop naked.

At times I get the annoying habbit of counting the notes on a song on my fingers, again and again until it ends with five, if not, I keep doing it until it does so as to not leave a finger left out of the melody.

When I'm walking in the street and I hear a car coming from behind I try to beat it by running to the closest telephonepole.

I wonder if old women enjoy sex?

recycle the peanuts in my poop to make organic peanut butter

Things You Think Only You Do

A collection of things you think only you do. Go ahead and confess. You probably aren't the only one.