My secret superpowers include karaoke and snowflake-cutting. Also, because even I can't get enough of me:
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A is for always having something to read in my bag. B is for big hair. C is for cookie, that's good enough for me. D is for dogs tied up outside bodegas, which I pet. E is for Elliot Stabler. F is for Foodswings. G is for glasses. H is for handsome fellas, in the hopes that they will rain from the heavens. I is for irrational hatred of Beyonce. J is for Junk. K is for me. L is for Lost. M is for movie theaters + Cherry Coke. N is for no olives, please. O is for opening presents early. P is for picking off my nail polish. Q is for quiet subway cars. R is for Frank Rich. S is for the Sunday crossword. T is for tights. U is for unexpected fun. V is for vacation days watching daytime TV. W is for weekends. X is for cross-looking emoticons and dumb words. Y is for your mom. Z is for your momZ.
All Replacements, all the time. Except for when I'm at the Levee, in which case the only song I want to hear is "American Girl," by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers.
Ones that include at least three from the following list: blood, teen angst, ghosts, boring towns with quirky people, psychic phenomena, cute boys in flannel shirts, an Alfred Hitchcock cameo, a spunky dame in pearls and gloves, Tim Curry as a butler.
Lost, Skins, Top Chef, Project Runway, Jeopardy, Wheel of Fortune, Seinfeld reruns only while I'm eating dinner, American Idol only when they get to the top 12, Rock of Love only when you won't judge me.
Currently Reading: Last Exit to Brooklyn, Hubert Selby Jr.
I prefer tuna melts.