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I love coffee, dragonflies, and "The Sound of Music" (this does not reflect, in any way, an order of preference). I talk to myself. I play stuff out in my head over and over even though it will probably never happen. I exercise a great deal of self-censorship and self-restraint. The world amazes me, scares me, and mesmerizes me. I often throw things at the TV set when I'm watching the news in the morning. My godchildren rule my heart. I'm a lot like my grandfather, and I'm proud of it. I love the number 13 and the color red. My friends mean the world to me. I don't kill anything but cockroaches, and their slaying is justifiable because they'll outlive and outlast me in case of nuclear annihilation. I've come pretty close to dying a few times, and I did not experience any kind of newfound appreciation for life (maybe because I appreciated the heck out of it to begin with). I like to walk in the rain, and I would love to learn how to ski. I'm now officially ok with the fact that I'll never be what I was born to be. I wish I were a better singer, but my semi-lousy voice doesn't stop me from singing. I have a 'waiting song,' and I use it often. I could very easily be obsessive-compulsive, but so far I've been successful at keeping it at bay (although I do have a thing about not stepping on lines). Sometimes I think I'm done, and the next minute I think I haven't even started. I try to see the good side of things, but I can't always do it. I'm very impatient with myself and a bit too patient with other people. I'm a terrible dancer and a great kisser. My hands are freakishly small (yet effective - I have good references). My best friends are totally out of their minds, and they're insanely beautiful individuals. Oh, yeah - I ramble constantly.