I find eating soup from a bread bowl to be an immensely satisfying experience.
I need to smell lilacs, wet cement, dill, Chanel No. 5, and garlic on a regular basis.
I do not want to smell all the above smells all together.
I often do difficult things simply because they are difficult. This is why I took four years of German.
I do not entirely trust anyone who identifies themselves as a "dog person."
I do not entirely trust anyone who likes Florence more than Venice.
I find it intensely difficult to be negative about anything. Except boys.
I often daydream about saving people from dangerous situations, like fires and deadly international spies.
I often imagine accidentally dying in unpleasant ways, many of which involve subway tracks.
I often plan my actions were the subway tunnel to collapse / bridge to fall / elevator cable to snap.
I wish I still had my extra finger, but I am not as troubled with the loss of my extra toe.