I'm empathetic to a fault. I really do - embarrassingly enough - tear up when someone squishes a bug in front of me.
I'm not recognized very often, and if I am, it's a die-hard Veronica Mars fan. Which is usually flattering and an honor. I really try not to think about it.
I've got more junk in the trunk than most 5-foot-1 blonde girls, and I like it.
I've always been a serial monogamist.
I have the mouth of a sailor.
I have the best roommates in the world! It creates a fun sense of family... and that's really important to me. Things can get so lonely without it.
