The last ten years have been spent trying to get rid of my Long Island accent (but I still can't seem to say the word "drawer" properly - I'm told there's an "er" at the end but I can't seem to say that). I don't know how to ride a bicycle. I've helped butcher a sheep (not by choice). I traveled through Eastern Europe with a group of 80 year olds (note to reader: old cobble stone streets and 80 year olds don't mix). I lived on a Navajo reservation (which might help explain the sheep comment). People sometime say I'm sarcastic (okay, they actually use the word caustic but I thought sarcastic was a bit more endearing!). I'm guessing my (sometimes twisted) sense of humor and abundance of patience has helped me get this far. I decided a few years ago that regret is a waste of time so I tend to make the best of anything (admittedly, this is sometimes done by making fun of people, including myself). I lived in Northern California for a little over a year but it was too laid back and the people too nice - I quickly learned that I truly am an East Coaster at heart (it's hard to get the NY out of a girl). In know it’s a bit cliche but at the end of the day, I'm probably happiest with a bottle of wine and a good book or watching bad movies with friends.
Oh yeah, and I love a good paranthetical.