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I like watermelon flavored candy alot more than the actual watermelon itself, and vice versa for coconuts, though I don't like coconut and coconut flavored candy/cake/snacks/etc. in general.

I scrounge for pop cans early in the morning around 4, three days out of the week.

I always make the same mistake of jumping around on the occassion that I'm wearing high-heels. It's a habit. There's just something about wearing high-heels that makes me want to skip around and jump up and down like a little girl.

Marceline is my favorite character from the cartoon Adventure Time. I love watching her episodes over and over. She's one of my main imaginary friends now. I did a sketch of her and Barnabas Collins (from the upcoming Dark Shadows movie) in Adventure Time style holding hands with their unnamed (as of now) young daughter who I made up. Yep, in my world, Barnabas and Marceline are a couple. Hopefully it's a better vampire love story than Twilight.

In addition to Marceline/Barnabas (or "Barnaline" as I like to call it), my other favorite couples are Mad Hatter (Depp version)/Pinkie Pie (in human form) and Edward Scissorhands/Fluttershy (in human form). What is with me and making up couples where Johnny Depp characters hook up with cartoon chicks?

Mr. Belvedere was my favourite TV show when I was 12.

I have a unique (I think) ability to completely shut myself off from all emotions. I can run on auto-pilot for days and not feel anything. It's odd, but my grandfather died two days ago and yesterday my husband left for a month of pre-deployment training (he's in the Army) and I feel nothing. I don't miss either of them. I don't feel love, regret, anxiety. I don't feel guilty for not feeling it either. I'm sure I should feel something, I should weep or fret or obsessively snuggle a t-shirt or something. But I'm not, and I wont. I learned how to do this as a teen and it really comes in handy when people die.

(Note: I'm not crazy. Emotions are messy. They are violent and messy and require more explanations than I can articulate while feeling them.)

I like to collect cool-looking glass bottles.

Finally went out and bought my own laptop. I feel so technomological.

I collect notebooks and diaries, borderline obsessively. I write in them, too, so it's not a totally uselessly expensive hobby, right? Riiiiiight?!?

I have a hard time sticking to one avatar.

In about an hour I have to go tell someone something that's going to totally make them angry.