i have a theory. i have many theories, but this is my newest. we’ve all been taught that beauty lies beneath the surface, that first impressions don’t matter and other such nonsense. but i believe you can judge a book by its cover. when trying out a new pizza place, order a vegetarian as a litmus test. if they put some effort and creativity into their vegetarian pizza, you’ve found a winner. when trying out a thai restaurant, order the chicken satay sticks - they will accurately represent the quality of the rest of the menu. and when making new friends? ask them what they named their ipod. if their response is blahblah’s ipod, then, well, it’s probably not meant to be.

advance warning: i don’t like capitals, but i do love spelling. i don’t like getting up early, or getting up at all, but i love staying up late for no reason. i love trashy television (hello, gossip girl), but i don’t like most things sci-fi, unless joss whedon was involved. i’ve seen justin timberlake in concert (twice) but i’d rather see one of those obscure bands you’ve never heard of playing to a room of 20 people. this makes me sound a lot more pretentious (and interesting) than i really am. i love sunsets and sunrises, and staring at people in the dentist’s chair that is visible from my office window. i hate rain, i hate winter, i hate clouds, i hate grey skies, but i love the smell of a fireplace. i could beat you at an anagram game, connect four, snap, and scrabble if my tiles are workin’ for me. you’d probably beat me at monopoly, though.