Ok, so usually when I work alone in my office, when I’m concentrating really hard, I pick my lips. It’s a horrible habit and very bad for my poor lips so, starting yesterday I’ve been trying to pick up another habit which is slightly less destructive.

Yesterday I tried playing with my hair. Braiding my bangs was a very good fidget to keep my going when I was concentrating however, when I got up to go to the bathroom I left one forgotten braid in my bangs. I was mortified when I went to wash my hands and saw this scraggly little braid sticking out from the side of my head on a 90 degree angle. It was enough for me to reject the hair thing.

This morning I focused my attention on my belly button (yes, yes I know, it’s very strange but I had a very good reason). I figured my belly button’s hidden so I can’t, by accident, leave myself with a horribly embarassing mark of my fidgeting. My belly button’s also a tough little thing so it’s un-pickable, and therefore, I can’t hurt it. Sure it might look weird, me playing with my belly button and all, but hey, it’s a habit I only have when I’m alone so who cares.

Well, this is kinda gross so if you want to continue to respect me as a fine upstanding citizen you might want to stop reading here.

For those of you who don’t, I have a shameful secret…my belly button smells funny. After playing with my belly button for a very satisfying ten minutes or so while reading through a stack of case studies I leaned my head on my hand. I was immediately struck by this strange smell, not altogether unpleasant but still an alarming combination of rosemary and motor oil.

Weird eh? I mean if it smelled like another body part (feet, armpits, hair, whatever) I wouldn’t have been so shocked but this smell was just so shockingly new. It wasn’t a Jaime smell and yet there it was, right in my belly button.

So there, now you know.