I love NASCAR and I live for the time when the racing season starts back up and usually get a bit depressed in November when it's over. I refuse to work on Sundays during the season so that I can watch the entire race each weekend!

I work way too much but I actually do enjoy my job (for the most part anyways).

I laugh a lot, usually at myself, but at pretty much anything. I enjoy studying things to find out what makes them tick and it's even better when I can talk about it with other people. And I do love to talk to people...

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I just bought some land and a house and in another year or so I will start building the house that I have designed. Also getting the paperwork together to go to college and get a degree in something having to do with hotels, since I love my job so much. Other than that, I'm just saving up money to build my dream house.

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Making social conversation. It kinda goes with the job!

I'm also very good at acting bitchy even when I'm just amused by the situation. You just have to look past the look and keep talking. I'll warm up to you, I promise. It just takes me awhile.

According to my friend Justin, it's my hair because I change the color so frequently. And Daniel says that its my smile because it always looks so sincere. (Notice all the guy friends? Don't be jealous, they both have boyfriends of their own!)

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Book: Almost Perfect or any of the Stephanie Plum novels. I will actually read anything that falls into my hands, gets left at work, or that the librarians save for me because they think I will enjoy it.

Movies: Pretty much anything. If I don't like it I will end up watching it to the end anyway because I'm so nosy that I want to see how it will end.

Music: I switch back and forth so much that I never have just one favorite. I actually have four different genres in my car stereo system right now.

Food: Mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, red beans and rice, and Popeye's Chicken (spicy of course!)

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A book, my wallet, cell phone (so that I can know the time, I rarely talk on the phone), a hoodie because I get cold frequently, bottle of water, and a comfy pair of house shoes

A lot of different things actually. I wonder if my ferret will knock his water over while rearranging his cage, if my cat will lose his favorite toys and meet me at the door crying for me to find them the moment I get home from work. I wonder what the weather will be like tomorrow and if I should try to mow the yard or just pay someone to do it. I wonder what my phone bill will be and if I went over on the minutes. I wonder why people go to bars so often to get drunk when they know they will have to be up at six the next morning for work. I think about the over-population of the world and when we are going to run out of resources to support everyone. And I wonder why there are so many people below the poverty line that live off of credit cards that they know they will never be able to pay off. I think about the meaning behind song lyrics that everyone knows but no one thinks about. I wonder why the government trys telling us one thing but yet we can clearly see that the issue is about something else entirely.

And I think I think to much! I'm always thinking about something, whether it is important, big, or just a miniscule problem in my life.

Either at work or at home playing with my kitten while trying to read a book. Every great once in a while I go out with a bunch of friends, but I prefer to stay in. When I do go out, I don't want to go somewhere that is crowded or noisy.

I hate public bathrooms.

You are up at night. I get so bored working nights and I'm always online because of it.

Please don't message me if you don't know what a period and a comma are. I hate it and will not reply if your message reads as follows "ur hott wanna chat"

Keep your ego intact by not trying to talk to me if you type like this. I promise, I will do nothing but make fun of you with my friends later after getting a message that contains that or something similar.

And please don't IM me. I'm on my work computer and don't accept IMs because of the pop-up blocker. If you do IM me and I reject, don't get huffy about it either. No need to be an asshole, just admit that you didn't bother to read this like a good boy.