I can tell you that I listen to music like the average mammal breathes. I make veiled references to all fictional mediums that none of my friends understand because they're so much cooler than I am. My sarcasm is only outdone by my ability to trip over absolutely nothing. I could burn down my own house unintentionally if left unsupervised in a kitchen. Upon googling my name I've decided that the powers that be are funnier than a Carlin-Hedburg-Costello love child. Compartmentalized doesn't even begin to cover it. Spinning around in a desk chair until you're almost sick is a perfectly acceptable way to pass time. Pretending you are not from your nation of origin and repeatedly insisting your best friend is a prostitute in the middle of the Museum of Natural History in indecipherable broken English is just as much fun as it sounds. Purchasing a book written about the history of women in america and their respective firearms purely because the author has the same name that your parents so lovingly gave to you is entirely necessary. Singing loudly to every mediocre popular song produced by your generation is totally required when in a moving vehicle. Especially the ones people like to pretend they don't know every line of and secretly rock out to. I also wrestle alligators in the nude. It's excellent cardio.