I find that in the process of always trying to make things better, I tend to screw a lot of things up. And then I write about it, and people think my life is romantic. I smoke more than I should, and I ignore the sound advice of my mother.

I sing at the top of my lungs when I'm sure no one's listening. I spend far too much time on my laptop, and even more wasted time at work.

I want to be a writer. So bad.

I underrug sweep things far too much. I'd like to stop that some time.

I get whimsical crushes that I know will go nowhere, but am still a little more crushed inside when they don't.

A lot of what I write is based on personal experience. Always.

I am not someone to be reckoned with. I am emotional and illogical, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I allow my emotions to run me, and that is how I express myself.

I don't like emo. I lie. I love it. It's my secret indulgence.

I have favorite people. My favorite person right now is amazing. I only wish he knew it. I only hope he does.

Lady: Did that salesman cut one during the test drive?
Man: Yeah, and for some reason he turned on the radio to cover up the smell.
Who I'd like to meet:
Zap Brannigan and Geoff Hawryluk. I once met my hand twin. His name was Bill.