I Started Dealing With Weapons On The

I Love Food. I Mean, I Really Love Food. I Take Pictures Of My Finest, Funniest And Most Fascinating Dishes, Post Them On Twitter, And Send Them To Friends. I Treat Menus Like Classic Literature, Refusing To Skip Even One Word. I Read The Description Of Every Item, Regardless Of Whether Or Not I'm Interested In Eating It.

I Laugh At What I Used To Think Was Cool When I Was Growing Up. In All Seriousness, I Thought Having Braces Was Cool.

I Love Having Wine With My Meals. And If I Splurge, I'm Going To Splurge Big, Because If I Deny My Cravings, It Just Ends Up Backfiring On Me, You Know?

There's Nothing I Hate More Than Gritty, Linty, Mysterious Pocket Schmutz In The Cap Of My Lip Moisturizer - Or, Even Worse, On The Applicator Itself. I Shudder At The Thought.

I Love Dessert. All Kinds. But There's Something About Ice Cream That Makes Me Happy. I Am Drawn To Its Simplicity. I Am Perplexed By The Endless Supply Of Constantly Growing Flavor Options. And I Am Always In The Mood For Sprinkles And A Sugar Cone.