I live my life by one rule...balls to the wall. Now what'dya say we have some fuckin fun on this thing!

I'm trying to take up smoking so I can get a raspier voice. It's not easy though...I have such pure, virginal lungs.

-Getting into trouble. Not really...I'm actually pretty well behaved.

-I'm good at 20 questions, so long as whoever I'm playing against knows their shit. So once my sister and I were playing and her thing was a hotdog, and I asked if the thing was a sandwich, and she said no, but then when she told me what it was I was like what the fuck are you talking about, keren, it's bread/meat/bread, that's a fucking sandwich, but then she said because it wasn't two separate pieces of bread, it wasn't technically a sandwich, so then I said well then why the fuck do they call them steak sandwiches? And then we stopped playing.

Christ, who knows. I'm not that noticeable. I do celebratory jump kicks, but that's usually for like really special occasions.

Books; suck a dick, books

Movie; fargo, maybe rushmore

Music; silver jews, pavement

Show; portlandia

Food; I hate mustard. You like mustard? Then keep it the fuck away from me.

-Milk
-Tennis racket
-Tight pants
-Pillows for people that sleep on their stomachs, so they're like really fluffy and soft, but also flat so you don't strain your neck.
-Organic fruit
-Ellipses...god I love ellipses

-Family and friends? Get the fuck outta here!

Not answers to crossword puzzle clues...I get those right away

There's no such thing as a typical friday night. Ha, fuck that shit...I'm probably out.

If you put an exclamation point after one of your sentences, I can't help but scream-read it. Like if you write "I love my cat!", I'm gonna read it as "I LOVE MY CAT!!!".

If looks, smarts, and ambition aren't high on your list, we should definitely talk.