Information gets stuck in my head and hangs out until I need to explain why tortalleni is shaped like a bellybutton, or how armadillos inflate their their intestines to float across rivers.
I gather new stories through the usual means: hanging out with friends, reading, watching TV and movies, trying new things, traveling new places. I travel a fair amount for work, and for myself. I went to Arizona in September, Scotland in October (that was for funsies), New Orleans in November, and San Diego in December.
Ah, but you may be wondering, what can I actually do? Can I cook, can I clean, can I dance, can I sing? The answers are, in order: Oh hell yes, most assuredly, I'm a bit rusty but yes, and only in the shower. I can also build a bookshelf (with directions), troubleshoot computer problems, walk obscene distances, write wry little text message stories, rock an outfit, and make you laugh.