I'm kind of bored right now so I might as well do this for a third time.
1. I can't start reading a book series in the middle of the series. Even if the books can easily be read as stand-alones it drives me bonkers. I have to know what happened before then before I read on. Which is actually a little odd because 2 of the books series that I love now I started reading at about book 7-8 (I'm including anthologies in that count)...but that was also before I developed my 'start at the beginning' quirk.
2. I love to clean and organize things. If I see something on the floor that shouldn't be there I want to pick it up and put it away (it's not at an OCD level though, I can leave a mess there without it bothering me but I still want to pick it up). However organizing is much more of an OCD for me...don't think it reaches there but it's close. I can't concentrate if my books are out of place. If they are not in the place I put them I have to get up and fix it.
3. I never let people borrow my books and it's all because of one friend. She asked to borrow a book of mine, I said yes. Now the book wasn't in perfect condition but it was in fairly good condition, I take good care of my books used or new. About six months later she finished reading it, gave it back to me and I could not believe the condition it was in. The spine had very obvious creases, the cover was torn/bent, the pages were bent, there was a coffee/beverage stain on the page, which was nothing like what I gave her and I never let anyone borrow books again.
4. Even though I'm 5'1 both of my biological parents are taller than that.

Mom is 5'4, my biological father was about 6'1-ish. Apparently Mom's short genes are strong, even my brother is short, not as short as me but we all thought he'd be at least Dad's height which is 5'8/5'9, or taller because the other men on that side of the family and many of the women are at least 6 foot.
5. I love breath mints and it's all Dad's fault.

I can eat an entire tin of Altoids in about two days.