One for mixing my Slurpee flavours.

A proper five-finger typist.

Crying about it if I can laugh instead.

Going more than two days without a shower.

As different from my parents as I’d like to think.

Comfortable with being ignored.

Pro-knicknack.

In possession of enough books.

Ever going to get totally accustomed to the amount of rain around here.

Good at remembering to eat leftovers.

A big fan of ringtones.

Even remotely functional at building IKEA furniture.

Into this — or any other — season of Survivor.

Totally adverse to country music.

Very interested in “bad boys” anymore. Wait. I never was.

Ever going to hand my house over to anyone on TLC.

As big on sweet as I am on sour or salty.

Even half as healthy as I’d like to be yet.

Photogenic.

A backseat driver.

Without irony.

With the band.