Now that I've taken care of a few disclaimers, I'll try to move on to something a bit more substantive. I'm a country boy at heart, who loves the city because I'm also hopelessly liberal. On the weekends and holidays, however, I venture into conservative territory to hike, bike, trail run, and make Republicans uncomfortable with my progressive presence.
I don't make my bed, I slurp ramen noodles (loudly), and I spend embarrassing amounts of time attempting to remove the residue left behind by price tag stickers on the purchases that I make.
When I'm not in GOP territory hiking, slurping noodles, or picking at sticker residue, I can probably be found reading a good book, spending time with a close friend, or baking. Baking is like therapy to me. Taking precise measurements of multiple dry ingredients satisfies my neurosis in a way that nothing else does. The pumpkin chocolate chip scones that are the result of my neurotic measuring aren't bad either.