I’m a hockey fan. My team is the Canucks, but my adopted team is the Pens, simply because I’m in lust with a guy who’s a die-hard Pittsburgher. Poor me. Two hockey teams to root for and follow. I suppose it’s my fault for moving to Pittsburgh, but really, it’s my fault for being a gal who’s into hockey. I’m a smart ass. I enjoy practical jokes and potty humor. Nothing makes me laugh harder than a fart or poop joke. Whoopee cushions are the greatest invention ever in my opinion. I’m an educated nerd. I signed up for a job because I get to read over 500 court cases for it. Yes, I enjoy my job. I’ll take any job for which I get paid to read. I’m constantly connected to the interwebs. A day without email doesn’t happen, not even on vacation. Five waking hours without checking my email starts me shaking. Music. I constantly listen to music. Anything I can get my hands on. Alt Country. Prog Rock. Italia-Disco. Punk. Jazz. Mash-ups. Hip-Hop. Send it to me, send me a link; I’ll listen and probably like it. I’m a vagabond. I’ve lived all over the world, and still can’t decide where I want to settle down. I suppose by the time it gets to that I’ll be dead. I’m an enigma. Most folks think they know me, but they only know what I want them to know. Everyone has secrets and I hold my secrets very close.