I have two pet chickens named Ethel and Quinn. I raised them from chicks and they're well-socialized and like people. I love my chickens like most other people love their cats and/or dogs. I also have a bearded dragon named Heathcliffe who I got for free off Craigslist. He's mercurial but is sweet on his good days. We watch Netflix together frequently. Our shows are Bones and Bob's Burgers, but I do subject Heathcliffe to the occasional horror movie.
I like to think of myself as an amalgam of April Ludgate's deadpan wit, Leslie Knope's enthusiasm for work, and Chris Treager's irritating charm, but I'm probably being too kind. I also once had an elaborate dream/nightmare structured around the content of the Decemberists song "The Infanta." This may or may not say a good bit about me.
I'm an INTJ, if that sort of thing matters to you. In the interest of full disclosure, one time I took the test again and it said I was an INFJ. I'm introverted but I think I'm decently friendly. I'm a solid Kinsey six. If you aren't familiar with the Kinsey scale, that means I'm supersupersuper gay.
Incidentally, I have also deluded myself into believing that Kristen Wiig is my soulmate.