I'm uselessly good at mixing colours.
Avocados go well with everything. Everything.
My right pinky is slightly crooked from overreaching as a result of small hands and demanding piano scores.
My dreams resemble the paintings of Salvador Dali. (With a little less reference to impotence) Although I did have one dream where I was crime fighting with Hilary Duff at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. Salvador Dali never painted that.
I can read Roman numerals.
I never learned how to crawl as a baby, I could only go backwards.
Garfield is an accurate depiction of my views regarding everything important in life.
Brown paper lunch bags make me happy.
I'm absolutely terrible at snowboarding (but it looks so cool!)
Books are the new flowers.
I have an affinity for dimples and large vocabularies
Making small talk feels like walking on a carpet made of legos.
Sometimes I find myself attracted to things that are blue, both in colour and mood. I appreciate sadness in art.
My dryer will 'finish' its cycle but leave some clothes still mild to moderately damp and this is why I have trust issues.
I want to watch a real life autopsy.
If you like Sherlock, then I like you. Don't lie to me though, I'll test you like you've never been tested on quality British television before.
My fear of insects is directly proportional to the number of legs they have.
I have over one million neopoints! (Do you know how many neggs you can buy? Too many.)
For someone who grew up with the Germanic version of Grimm's fairy tales, I think I turned out pretty Okay.