Age: 28
Bed Size: Queen
Chore that you hate: Washing the dishes. Can't someone else do it?
Dogs: I think so . . .
Essential start to your day: Waking up.
Favorite colors: Green and the colors of a sunset (shut up).
Gold or silver: Silver (because Slytherin rules).
Height: 5'3 3/4" (when you're this short, specifics count)
Instruments you play: Does an iPod count?
Job title: Insurance Underwriter
Kids: Only when I can brew them in a bathtub like a packet of sea monkeys.
Live: In the remnants of the autumnal dysentery of Connecticut.
Overnight hospital stays: None
Pet peeves: Stupid people, prideful people, people.
Quote from a movie: "If you want to fuck with the eagles, you have to learn to fly." Guess the movie.
Right or left-handed: Right
Siblings: Not a one
Time you wake up: Far too early for my liking.
Underwear: Usually, except during yoga. That would be just a different level of horrible.
Vegetable you hate: Brussel sprouts. Rancid alien pods.
What makes you run late: Traffic and people not grasping the concept of merging.
X-Rays you've had: Holy shit, really? Both collar bones, both elbows, both ankles, hips, knees, teeth.
Yummy food that you make: A multi-layer Mexican dip heavy enough to make you able to curl the pan.
Zoo animal: Tigers
