I just learned what the humble brag is; I don't understand why we're not just calling it "false modesty."
I grew up in New York City, which surprises everyone I tell. I have an odd level of New York State pride.
I find it relaxing to ride on the subway. Mostly because I can read on my iPhone (with my headphones plugged into my iPhone). I also have an ongoing existential dilemma about whether books should be read on paper or in iPhones.
Because my father raised me right, I can cook three meals well. They are not three variations on hamburgers.
I'll rock that mic at Karaoke.
I pretend to know enough about beer to make discerning choices and then order the $8 IPA.
My favorite people are my sisters and my nieces. I get along with my parents.
I like jazz but I feel awkward saying so (is that a humble brag?).
If it's not stick shift, it's not driving.
My answer to "creamy or crunchy" is "yes." My answer to "grape or raspberry" is "why?"
Indiana Jones > Han Solo.
I want to own a big dog. Maybe two but I would probably want them to be the same kind of dog.
I love the Hudson Valley and New England seaside towns. I have a curiosity about Seattle for no reason.
I can't walk past an independent bookstore without going in and walking around. I can't walk past a B&N without looking in the window.
The most valuable thing I've learned in growing up is to laugh about awkward or embarrassing moments. And only to be with people who embrace the fact that you come with a guarantee of them.