Do you walk around wearing a mud mask? Pick your toes? Pick your nose? Or do you just watch really bad TV?

-- Anonymous, November 11, 1999

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i turn into a broadway diva. i've got ethel merman beat, hands down.

-- Anonymous, November 11, 1999

I imagine I'm one of those characters in a cheap kung-fu movie, where every move I make gets its own whoosh-crack sound effect. I also make the sounds. You see this sometimes on Xena, for no good reason other than some real cheesy camp.

-- Anonymous, November 11, 1999

I'm glad I'm not the only one who has trouble exercising with the dog. Last night I was trying to put together a stretching routine. I was in front of a mirror, so I could figure out my baseline for flexibility, etc.

ANd Howard thought it was great. Face licks galore! He also wanted to play with my assist rope. Ugh. I may have to go back to doing the gym thing. Which I like (no clean up) but a pain in the ass (getting there).

-- Anonymous, November 11, 1999

I don't know what I do, but Beth, I have to tell you this. I went to the foot clinic this morning to get my check-up on the operation I had a couple days ago, and I realized that the doctor looks just like Jeremy. Long hair, thin, ponytail - the whole works. It was crazy. His name is Jeffery, to boot. Crazy. I called him 'Jeremy,' but not to his face. I'm a big weirdo. Sorry.

-- Anonymous, November 11, 1999

...all four, in roughly that order...god forbid i ever live with someone again; i'd have to regain my manners...

-- Anonymous, November 11, 1999

Jeez, beth, I just read your journal for today. You got me beat. My silly stuff doesn't involve upending furniture or anything that drastic. It does get me some funny looks when people catch me at it, though, so I guess it still counts as silly.

-- Anonymous, November 11, 1999

I play tag with my cats. I dance around in my underwear. I eat entire bags of Fritos and drink entire gallons of milk. Said skivvies dance, is usually accompanied by LOUD disco music.

In fact most of my activities that occur when home alone, are accompanied by lots of music played on top volume and making/eating foods that Sabs doesn't like. I pretend I'm a kid again. I am NOT too old to jump on my sofa and neither are the cats.

However, I am no longer limber enough to safely navigate the bookcases.

The lucky little hushpads -- that's the one place that they can escape from me!

Hrmph.

I haven't done this in a while but one of the other things I liked to do when I had the house to myself when I was younger, was to play dress-up. Back then I'd occasionally sneak into my mother's closet and steal select pieces of clothing. I'd dress up in different outfits, do up my hair and try on makeup.

Nowadays I don't play with the makeup as much because those earlier experiments swiftly taught me that mostly, I look better without it or with very little of it at all. But I still LOVE to do my hair and put on funky clothes. I have a small but growing collection of Edwardian items as well as a vast quantity of medieval garb and some funky things that I rescued out of the costume chest that my mom had in the basement.

I can make a kick-ass Victorian pompadour and it looks damn pretty too. But I wouldn't want to wear my hair like that to work, if y'know what I mean.

-- Anonymous, November 11, 1999

When I'm home alone, I put on Bob Seger's "Old-Time Rock and Roll" and dance around in a shirt with tails, my briefs, and white socks but no pants looking all young and vibrant and cute. No wait. It's Tom Cruise who does that. Never mind.

-- Anonymous, November 11, 1999

I like to play "Bag-Dive" with the cat. First I get her in the mood by wadding up a piece of paper into a ball. The crinkling noise drives her crazy. I throw this around and she pounces on it a few times. Then, I throw it into a paper bag that I have laid longwise on the floor. She dives into the bag after the ball and skids all the way across the kitchen floor if it's placed just right. Occasionally she skids it right into the wall. Pretty funny. No brain damage yet as far as we can tell except for the evidence that she continues to do this.

No, as a matter of fact I don't have a life.

-- Anonymous, November 11, 1999

This answer is probably going to gross out a lot of people, so deal with it in advance. =)

The best part of the day is when I come home from work and strip. Shoes, socks, bra and pants - OFF! Crank up the heat (now that it's getting chilly) and slide into my slippers. Once the heat gets up to Bahama-class, it's pretty comfy in just my panties and a shirt. I've accidently answered the door a few times dressed like that. The USP guy has come to expect it.

The weird part comes once I'm getting ready for bed, when I play ring-toss with my panties and the cat. It works like this: I go upstairs to get undressed (more). The cat follows me. I take off my underwear. The cat sits down. I say, "Stay." She gives me a funny look. ("What's that mean?")

Then I toss the underwear frisbee-style and see if I can get a leg hole over the cat's head. If I do it right, she wanders around wearing my underwear for a collar while I brush my teeth and foo.

Don't worry, I rescue her before I go to bed. =)

she's actual size

-- Anonymous, November 12, 1999

Don't tell anyone, but sometimes I like to do a little jamming with the guys from Led Zeppelin. Jimmy Page even told me I'm nearly as good a drummer as Bonzo the Great!

In my dreams, that is.....

-- Anonymous, November 12, 1999

what a coincidence - I just had foot surgery too! But my doctor looks just like Leonard Nimoy. Unlike Mr. Spock, he has a good sense of humor.

Home alone - well, I also do a lot of picking - feet, nose, skin, etc. But I do some of those when the spouse is here too, just not in front of him.

I also talk to the cats, ask them questions and stuff. "What are you looking at? I mean it, quit looking at me that way. Oh great, just turn away like you can't stand the sight of me. Yeah right - go to sleep. Anybody'd think you were some kind of nocturnal animal."

-- Anonymous, November 15, 1999

I play tag take with me PENIS!! BLEH!

-- Anonymous, June 09, 2001

I stand in front of mirror, turn the music up loud and mime the words to the song playing i sometimes even grab this broken towel rack and pretend it's a guitar and I mosh in front of the mirror, Most strange when you think about it!

-- Anonymous, July 10, 2001