There's a 50% chance that I'm a Disney Princess, proceed accordingly. Rum and Coke - Is Pepsi okay? Only if it is okay for me to pay with Monopoly money. Clowns are creepy. Old movies. Romantic Comedy. Impulsive. Jane Austen. Public Libraries. Envious of boldness. Time travel should be a real thing. English accents *sigh*. Favorite line from Wizard of Oz: "Oil can? Oil can what?" Heart of a lion. Wordy. Rocky Horror Picture Show. Belly-dancing. Cookbooks. Everything in life is a choice. Humanist. Shalimar. Indoor cat. Jamie Fraser and Lord John - Boom-chicka-wow-wow - just saying. Finely-tuned bullshit meter. Chivalry. Monty Python. Mean people suck. Wanderlust. Middle child syndrome. Sarcasm as an art form. My idea of "roughing it" is a hotel without 24-hour room service. I just thought of the perfect response to a situation that happened two weeks ago. Am I the good cop or the bad cop? Knowledge is power. Just keep swimming. Pride & Prejudice. There's a crack in my glass slipper. Honesty FTW. Directionally dyslexic. There are footprints on the moon and that should amaze you. Always keep the fun in dysfunctional. Font of useless trivia. I have an angel sitting on one shoulder and a devil on the other; I'm also deaf in one ear, but I won't tell you which one. I reject your manufactured personal drama. Never try to drown your sorrows in alcohol; those bastards know how to swim. Whipped cream, not Cool Whip. I find delight in research. Someone else is going to wash those dishes. The Fifth Element. Choose happiness. TV as white noise. Positive thoughts become positive things. Curses like a sailor on shore leave. The smell of lilacs. So "over" hunky vampires and sexy demons with magical vajayjays - two words, "undead sperm." That just squicked me out. This is a Kardashian-free zone. Smiling is my favorite. The smell of coconut-lime-verbena makes me happy for no reason. Good news travels fast, bad news even faster.