I sing obnoxiously loud in the shower and the car. (and most every where else)
I adore my cat.
I'm never satisfied with the way my hair looks.
I love to play scrabble.
I could not live without my family, regardless of how much we fight or frustrate one another.
I'm not as bitter as I seem, though I completely own my cynicism.
I'm a writer (on my better days, some days I feel more like a whiner though).
English and Grammar mean a lot to me. If you write me an e-mail misusing your and you're I will probably do one of two things: lecture you or completely ignore you. Just a friendly warning.
I like to take pictures, but I would not classify myself a photographer.
I find myself completely swayed by rock music with violins in the background.
I hand wash dishes when angry.
I love the smell of my laundry room, but despise doing laundry.
I have terrible road rage, despite a contrite, passive existence in most other venues. Something about being behind the wheel of a car makes me decidedly reckless, however.
I have verbal diarrhea around new people, which makes me seem awkward and somewhat socially retarded. I'm really friendly and interesting, if you take time to get through the first couple awkward conversations.
I am quite cynical about life, but still hope for a happy ending without fully trusting in its potential.
I have a big heart... that's why my boobs are so big.

I don't like a lot of fuss. If you want someone you can take to a rooftop covered in rose petals followed by a carriage ride around town, I am so NOT your girl. I like things to be simple, and a little more unique. I'm not into cliches, like a dozen roses or candlelit dinners. Something more spontaneous is up my alley. Plus, who looks good in candlelight? Everyone kind of takes on this freak-ish glow, and there's creepy shadows on faces... no candles.