I'm terrified of the woods, because you don't know what (or who) is hiding in there.
I hate to cook. Love to eat, but hate to cook.
I'm obsessed with IKEA. When I buy a house, it is going to be furnished totally with IKEA.
My dad and I love watching shows such as Snapped, Forensic Files, and any murder special on MSNBC. It kind of freaks my mother out.
My parents are from Long Island. I've lived in a bunch of different places in my life, but Long Island always has a special place in my heart.
I used to dance, but I had to quit because of medical reasons, and I miss it everyday.
If I were rich, I feel like I would probably stay grounded about most things, but I would splurge on biweekly massages for my mother and me.
RENT is my favorite musical, and I've seen it tons of times since I was thirteen.
My favorite movie is The Sound of Music. It is the best movie ever. Don't try and argue with me if you don't agree, because you're wrong.
When I was one I felt out of my cart at Home Depot and landed on my head.
Billy Joel has his own playlist on my iPod. Everything in my life can be summed up with a lyric from one of his songs.
To this day I hate to sit in bus seats that have the window with the emergency door, because I'm scared I will accidentally knock the red lever and the door will fly open and I'll fall into the road.
I was a telemarketer for a month. It was the worst month of my life.
I brush my tongue after I brush my teeth, and I gag everytime.
When I was five, I was positive I was going to be an Olympic gymnast/dolphin trainer/car painter. I even drew out some sketches of my designs for cars. Most of them were Disney or nature themed.
The feeling of velour and the sound of styrofoam squeaking literally make me sick.
My fingernails on my two index fingers are crooked. They are tiltled inward towards my thumbs, not straight up and down. I'm trying to get over it.
When it's the winter, I crave summer, and when it's the summer, I crave winter.
I love fashion, but I'm too lazy/cheap to actually dress like it.
I read tabloids like it's my job.
My pets mean the world to me.
I wouldn't call it "road rage" per se, but when I am driving, if you are a moron, get off the road and out of my way. Please and thank you.
I'm not afraid to dream.
I can remember practically every detail back to when I was three, but I cannot for the life of me remember my PO Box combination.
I can't really think of anything else to add here. But I'm sure the minute I hit "Publish Post" I'll remember more useless facts to write down.
I was somewhere in my teens before I realized it was not called "duck tape."