This is my life- get used to it.
I was born on a Friday the 13th and own a black cat. Good thing I’m not superstitious.
I have the world’s most tolerant sister. She is also the only one who gets me. At least I get her too.
I love my TiVo. It records the following faithfully: House, Glee, My Life as Liz, Fringe, Eureka, Psych, Royal Pains and Big Time Rush (BTR).
I read for pleasure. *UPDATE* My current obsession is BTR fanfic. I’ve come to accept that I’m a slash whore. (If you have no idea what that means, click here.) I’m also a relentless ‘shipper, so as long as I get a happy ending I’m usually ok with any coupling, but gravitate towards Logan-centric fics like this one (so freakin’ hot!). I mean look at this face:
I write for me. Most of what I write just needs to come out of my brain before it drives me to the intersection of insanity and despair.
I have a weakness for dark-haired, blue-eyed men.
I make jokes when I feel too much tension around me. More often than not, this gets me in trouble. And yet, I cannot kick the habit.
I play cribbage. My mother and I play almost weekly and have tracked every win since I moved. (Now Wii has become somewhat of an obsession for my mother- she loves to kick my ass at bowling.)
Despite my pessimism, I still believe in happily ever after.