Day 2 of Play in May asks us to define ourselves in an uncommon way. Well if that isn't a big book of vague, I dunno what is. However, I persevere.
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18 apples tall (fear me, Smurfs!).
769,110,000 centimeters from my hometown.
13,907 days old (at time of writing).
1 of about 560 million people in the world with hazel eyes.
Caulrophobic (like Johnny Depp!).
Cookie dough. I'm not done baking. I'm not finished becoming who ever the hell it is I'm gonna turn out to be. I make it through this, and the next thing, and the next thing, and maybe one day, I turn around and realize I'm ready. I'm cookies. And then, you know, if I want someone to eat m- or enjoy warm, delicious, cookie me, then that's fine. That'll be then. When I'm done. (Thank you, Joss Whedon)
A disciple of Whedon.
108 days away from my last cigarette.
Still waiting for Sam to leap home.
The hero of a basenji crossbreed.
Incapable of "letting it go." The cold always bothers me.
Pretty sure I wasn't even supposed to be here today.