I don't Not even a window box.

The person below me is loveable and affectionate.

*snugglepurrs*

Sometimes!

The person below me likes soy milk.

Gross.

The person below me can run a mile.

I can!

The person below me can do long-multiplication in their head.

Among other things... Yes.

The person below me wonders what those other things are.

I wasn't, but now you mention it I'm kinda curious...

The person below me also demands to know!

Actually, yes I do. I am The Law. Off to TMI with you, Speaker!

The person below me gets annoyed with bad grammar.

its true!!!!.... i of not known nothing worse than bad grammars!!!!!!!

The person below me has a steady air of kindness about them, that overwhelms nearby folk in the form of contentment.

erm nope.

The person below me is following the world cup

only in that a few of my british FB friends are suddenly much, much quieter with a certain brand of gloating after last night.

the person below me learned about sex at an inappropriately young age in an unconventional way.

Hahaha, umm.. ish. I was in second grade (7ish), and my friend was sleeping over, and he's like "Hey, do you know what sex is?" "No." "It's when you're like 15 and some guy wants to have sex with you and you say no so you don't get pregnant." "But what's sex." "I don't know. It's sex. It makes babies." "I don't.. get it." "Yeah, me neither. Just don't do it, okay." "Okay." ..And then maybe two years later, my cousin and I were home alone and found pr0nz on my uncle's laptop. It's like "Oh.."

The person below me plays Mafia online. (As in the forum based Mafia, whatever Facebook has.)

I run a Bolivian drugs cartel mainly based on emailed threats of exposure to their government, if that counts?

The person below me does a really good owl impersonation.

Actually, lately I've come to the realisation that I'm not very good at impersonating anything or anyone.

The person below me regrets their breakfast choice for today.

I haven't had breakfast yet, but that's making me think very carefully about what I'm going to eat.. Smoothie? Yeeah.

The person below me can do a backflip.

Noooo. Although I'd like to, and I've often considered having a go, but end up chickening out due to a fear of breaking my one and only neck.

The person below me is allergic to a foodstuff.

None that I know of.

The person below me dislikes coconut.

I like coconut. Coconut milk, coconut cream, coconut macaroons, coconut butter, coconut shy... in fact, the whole coconutty gamut!

The person below me will now describe how they make their preferred version of porridge.

Put water in pot, put pot on stove, put pinch of salt in water, make coffee and check e-mail while water boils, put more water in pot, trip over cat, reassure cat he is loved, check facebook, put more water into pot, trip over cat again, feed the fracking cat, find cat to let him know the food is now in dish and he need not lurk underfoot, find water level acceptable and toss in rolled oats. Wait impatiently and drink first cup of wonderful, life affirming coffee. Wait impatiently and worry about being first or second into work. The 'am I going to be late' vague worry that I solved the night before by setting the alarm correctly. Turn off stove. Put porridge into bowl and stir in frozen organic blueberries. Cooling the porridge and thawing the berries all in one go. Trip over cat. Gracefully transfer coffee and breakfast to table. Call to cat and be ignored as he eats his breakfast.

The person below me is also not a morning person.

Oh hell no. I'm cranky. I avoid mornings if I can. Thank gawd we never did anything first period.

I'm actually bummed about having to wake up before ten to see Germany pwn England tomorrow.

The person below me is allergic to a type of fruit?

Ah, the joys of living on a different continent. I was able to watch said game in the comfort of my own time zone at an hour considered acceptable by society for watching 22 grown men kick an inflated pigs bladder coated in leather patches around a large field for the amusement of others. Except in this case there were 8 men in red shirts doing very little of what we know as "foot ball".

As it happens, there is no fruit known to me that I have an allergy to. There may be a fruit I'm unaware of or haven't tried as yet which might provoke such a reaction, but I doubt it.

The person below me has met a famous person to whom bragging rights don't apply. For example, meeting Ken Barlow. That sort of ball park.

I met and high fived the main character from The Mummy when he was at Universal, clogging the hell out of the ride. If not for the ride, I totally would not have known who he was. I'm not a Mummy fan, but other people may think differently, meh.

The person below me once over slept for something ridiculously important and will share the tale.

French final exam, oral. 30% of my grade. Had to talk for fifteen minutes about prostitution and motorcycle gangs in Quebec, then round-table discuss. Left my script at home. Appeared ten minutes late, hungover, beet-red from sprinting but remembered the word "proxenentisme" which roughly translates to "pimpism" and is used by approximately 3 people in Quebec. GOT AN A-MINUS AWW YEEEEAAH.

The person below me adores Miyazake, even without subtitles.

Nah.

The person below me likes it up the bum.

No.

The person below me likes being outdoors when it rains.

LOVE it. beyond all comprehension.

the person below me has stuck their foot in their mouth in a very embarrassing way at some point.

Almost regularly

The person below me is a gifted artist.

Haha, I wish. I can't use my hands effectively in any way that involves using a pen/pencil/paintbrush, etc. Guitar pick is a bit of a stretch, but I manage.

The person below me has tried the new pretzel M&Ms.

They've got a what now?

Frankly, M&Ms peaked with the peanut variety. The standard choc ones are okay, but I'm not keen on the crunchy ones. I can't imagine how pretzels will work when coated in chocolate, but I can't see it overshadowing the peanut ones.

Oh, and if the dude you saw at Universal was Brendan Fraser, then I'm afraid you've missed out on some braggage there. I'd quite like to high-five him, he seems a pretty cool type of chap, sort of like Robert Downey Jr.

The person below me has jumped out of a plane when it was entirely unnecessary.

Not yet, but it has crossed my mind to do so (especially during a flight where I was reduced to watching Gosford Park as the only remaining in-flight movie I'd not seen - fortunately it sent me to sleep).

The person below me has licked someone else's face.

Indeed I have

(btw Leo, they used to sell chocolate covered pretzels here in the UK, I remember them from my childhood. There were very tasty indeed!)

The person below me has swashbuckled at some point in their life.

Actually, Tara, now you mention it I do seem to recall those chocolate coated pretzel things. If I remember them correctly, they still ain't a patch on peanut M&Ms though.

Gah... now I want peanut M&Ms! Stupid suggestible nature

I've never swashbuckled in my life, which is quite sad in a way. I'd best get my swash on, or else my buckle will remain unswashed forever. I have washed a buckle, though; I inadvertently left the belt on my jeans when I put them in the wash. All that happened was said buckle managed to look a bit cleaner, at the expense of a t-shirt which got a bit caught up on it and got ripped up a smidgeon.

The person below me has eaten something which sounds like a bad idea on paper, but actually turned out quite nice.

Uh.. Funny story about that one. I was.. maybe 12, Eli was 13, and one summery afternoon, we were bored out of our minds. We were over at his house, and it was about lunch time. So, we popped some popcorn. Then poured in chocolate syrup and caramel. Then added frozen Dylan's Candy, cereal, and quite a few other sweet things I can't even remember. It looked like a disgusting mess at this point, but tasted delicious. It was eventually destroyed by adding milk and being microwaved. So disgusting, that we made it our primary goal to walk over to another friend's house and forced her to try it. ..Then we dumped it in her backyard because we couldn't figure out how to get rid of it. >_>

The person below me still has teddy bears in his/her room.

Izzy, just reading your post makes my teeth hurt. All that sugar!

As it happens, I do have a bear in my bedroom. He sits in the corner, mostly. It's not that he's naughty, it's just because I can't be bothered moving him when I need to get in bed. So he sits in the corner, surveying the room like the lord and master.

The person below me owns a full set of "day of the week" pants and, rather anally, makes sure the day on those pants corresponds with the actual day that they are wearing them.

Haha, no way.

My teeth hurt.. I think my wisdom teeth are growing it. ..Just had a dream about it too.. All my other teeth had to fall out to make room, eugh.

The person below me did not get their wisdom teeth removed.

Correct!

Though I have had other teeth removed, and the gaps are slowly being filled as my wisdom teeth push forward. They're still coming through, actually, which is a bit bonkers considering I'm 26 now...

The person below me rarely wears matching socks

Nope, I almost always wear matching socks, because I'm odd and quite enjoy sitting there pairing my socks after they've been washed.

The person below me has been partaking of some alcoholic beverage whilst reading this.

Nope. ..Just woke up from like my third nap today.

The person below me can't resist petting sleeping kittens.

Truly, who could? I know a guy that's allergic to them and even he does it.

The person below me has an odd collection

False, nothing that could really be considered odd.

The person below me has gone skydiving.

Not yet.

The person would believe me if I said I had.

Not anymore.

The person below me will lie.

Already have, mate. On my timesheet. Or was this the lie? A-ha! The boss will never know, that's the beauty of my little plan, muah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.....

I appear to have been taken over temporarily by Evil Leo, which is unfortunate for the person below who will reveal something about themselves that we didn't already know. And it might even be scandalous

I once had full sex on a bus. Damn, I've been rumbled!

The person below me has been bitten by an unusual animal.

..If humans count? Oh, and a moose during a wildlife safari.

The person below me either has his/her legs crossed or is touching his/her face.

Nope, I'm nearly horizontal on the uber beanbag of doom!

The person below me can smell something funny

Our chinese takeaway just arrived, so I'd imagine fairly shortly I'll be able to smell that.

The person below me is a skilled calligrapher.

My handwriting is a scribble.

The person below me likes spaghetti.

In the form of flying monsters, yeah.

The person below me consumes caffeine regularly.

Only via fizzy drinks... very rarely in the form of coffee/tea/etc.

The person below me enjoys a long soak in the bath, surrounded by soapy bubbles, after a difficult day.

Actually, just in general. Soaking is one of my number one pastimes, I'll have you know.

The person below me is in dire need of rescue.