My list:
I am...
...mostly disagreeable.
…enamored with all things Harry Potter.
… a Hermione/Severus ‘shipper, and if you think that is pervy well you can just bugger-off.
…pushy, bossy, and a bookworm. I always think I am right. Mostly I am right, however, I will admit when I am wrong.
...a bibliomaniac.
...interested in folklore.
…narcissistic. I have a love hate thing going on with myself. I hate it when I fall short of the standards I set for myself. I am hard on others…because I expect of them what I expect out of myself.
…snarky.
…sarcastic.
…irreverent. I take nothing and everything seriously. And frankly you never can be sure which side I am going to take.
…obsessed with Utena. Nothing like a dark story wrapped up in fluffy goodness and roses.
…emotionally unstable.
…effervescent, and enthusiastic when something interests me. Often I drag those around me along for the ride. More often then not they are less enthused then I am.
…opinionated about just about everything. Be it religion, or alcoholic beverages.
…picky to a fault. I don’t eat bovines. I do not wear shorts. I hate getting in the sun.
…hedonistic. -_-;; But I won’t even go there.

I have…
…an African spur-thighed tortoise named Furbelow. A “furbelow” is a regency term for a piece of frippery…usually a piece of lace or sometimes ribbon.
…an annoying abundance of useless information floating around in my skull.
…been told that I read too much.
…a loverly fiancé named Jonathan, who humours me, and is endlessly entertaining.
…been told I talk to much.
…also been told that I am a manipulative bitch. (by a certain relative).
…a collection of costume kitty ears, and faerie wings.
…expensive taste.
…an obsession with journaling and scrapbooking that borders on madness.
…been out of the country twice.
…never felt the slightest need to go to the ocean, as I have a phobia of large bodies of water.
…never been rational in the morning.
…an odd sense of humour.