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Nanowrimo Word Count: 9665

In lieu of an actual post during this, the Month of Insanity, I give you the ABCs of Me meme, stolen from Steph Bowe of Hey, Teenager of the Year.

Available or in a Relationship: Available. In theory. I don't even know you.
Best Friend: V, Queen of Customer Service.
Cake or Pie: A close one, but I'd have to say cake.
Drink of Choice: Coke Zero. If we're including alcohol, then a margarita is always a party in my mouth.
Essential Item For Every Day Use: Pen
Favorite Color: Blue
Google?: Hell yeah!
Hometown: Waukesha, Wisconsin
Indulgences: I'm ashamed to admit it because it sounds like a stereotype, but shoes. ::hangs head::
January or February: February. It's closer to spring.
Kids and Their Names: No, but if I had kids, I'm sure I would have named them at some point.
Life is Incomplete Without: you, dear. Or stories. Yeah, I'm gonna go with stories.
Marriage Date: Should you take a date to your wedding? I thought that was frowned upon.
Number of Siblings: One
Oranges or Apples: Oranges in winter, apples every other time.
Phobias and Fears: Centipedes and zombies. Probably in that order.
Quote of the Day: "When life gives you lemons, just say 'F$$k the lemons,' and bail."
Reason to Smile: currently? apple cider
Season: Spring
If you were to do your own TV show, what would it be?: high school drama, of course. Like Gossip Girl, only good.*
Unknown Fact About Me: I have a tattoo. No, not there.
Vegetable You Hate: Green Beans. I would say tomatoes, but apparently those are a fruit.
Worst Habit: I can overdo it on the sarcasm.
Ever had an X-Ray: of my knee. I kneeling on a sewing needle. It's still in there.
Your Favorite Food: Bacon
Zodiac: Aries

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* What? It's too convoluted now!

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