I am kind an conscientious to a fault.
I am a terrible gift-giver. I fret over what exactly to get and what color or size is correct and it all works me into a frenzy, so I decide that instead of getting something you might want, I will get something you probably don't already have. Do you have a cheesy neon palm tree? Well, here you go. How about a megaphone--do you have one of those? You never know when you might need to direct traffic--here you go. I try, I genuinely do. I just happen to generally fail.
I like to prepare my own food. I don't like to cook, because cooking involved browning meat, dicing celery, baking and sauteing and generally making a mess out of the place. So food preparation around here usually involves cans of this, jars of that, thawed-out portions of the other (I will dice onions or mushrooms if I must), and it all goes in the slow cooker.
I like to perform both dramatically and comedically. I have done improv for over ten years now and have written several sketches that have been performed and even been funny. I would like to write a play someday, but I would have to think of something that would be interesting for 90 minutes, and I haven't quite held onto that idea.
I like vests, and I wear them a lot. Not out, mind you, but at work, I figure it's faster and less complicated than a tie. And I am trying to convince myself that I need a couple of pairs of shoes that I mostly just kinda want.
Me ears are kind of pointy. I used to get called Spock a lot in grade school, which was fine, but when it was time to play Star Trek, I always got stuck as Mr. Scott, which meant I had to stay on the ship and keep things running while Kirk and Spock and whoever else got to go shoot aliens. Frustrating.
I drive one of those small wagons. It's practical for when I want to throw all sorts of things in the back, but it's small enough that I can parallel park with ease.