Stolen from Everybody Loves Saturday Night.
Accent: Canadian prairies meets historic site.
Breakfast or no breakfast: Maple Mini Wheats.
Chore I don’t care for: dishes.
Dog or cat: Dog, though I’m surrounded by cats.
Essential electronics: Computer, phone, the Pod (what I call my Nano), TV, Xbox 360.
Favorite cologne: Don’t really wear perfumes, though I’m fond of Liz Arden’s Green Tea. I wear Nomad deodorant by Crabtree and Evelyn though.
Gold or silver: Silver.
Handbag I carry most often: lately my Old Navy beaded/sequined bag that Sandra gave to me, though the TokiDoki bag is out a lot too.
Insomnia: Occasionally. I’m a worrier.
Job Title: Costume Manager
Kids: I’d like a couple if I ever found the right guy to help me with that.
Living arrangements: Fantastic one-bedroom that I can never leave unless life takes me elsewhere or pays me more money.
Most admirable trait: My boisterous laugh?
Naughtiest childhood behavior: I used to suck on my finger, and I developed a baby voice when I was five that grated on my brother’s nerves.
Overnight hospital stay: Nope.
Quote: “Don’t tease me about my hobbies, dude; I don’t tease you about being an asshole.” Garden State
Reason to smile: Spring. The green grass grew all around, all around, and the frogs sang their joy.
Siblings: one older driven brother.
Time I wake up: anywhere between 7 and 8, though the insomnia monkeys will mess with that whenever.
Unusual skill or talent: I can move my pinky toes.
Vegetable I refuse to eat: Where do I start? Tomatoes, turnips, yams and sweet potatoes. Wait, tomatoes are fruit. Still, really don’t like them.
Worst habit: Sloth.
X-rays: Teeth, and one foot that was dealing with growing pains.
Yummy stuff: I live on Good Host Iced Tea. And I’m not bad at baking.