I have this fixation with eating dry cereal, (on a stool sometimes) late at night, in the middle of the kitchen.

I might try to read a magazine from the beginning, but it drives me crazy! After all, my ‘natural’ instinct is to start at the end…

I am (somewhat) scared of hights, yet I looovee jumping off high things…go figure.

Since I’m not old enough to drive yet, I get such a thrill from…starting the car.

If I could, I would live at COSTCO , because its a pretty awesome store…what!?!

I love being in the ocean, but when I’m wet I hate being on the beach…I can’t stand the sand touching me…

When I can’t see the bottom of what I’m swimming in, I get wicked paranoid…there’s something in the water!

It drives me absolutely bonkers if I don’t see a movie from the beginning or I don’t see the end.