What's Your Type?

Are you more compelled by a croissant or a scone with your coffee? Do you even drink coffee? What's your favorite kind of coffee? Do you take it with milk or soy? Sugar or Splenda? Cup or Carafe?

Do you pack your bags two days ahead of an early morning flight, do a little fashion show with your various ensembles or fold those shirts on box tops to keep them straight? Or, knowing you likely won't sleep anyway, zombie-zip that last parcel as you head out the door?

What is your comfort food? What was your favorite Halloween costume? And if you hate Halloween, how is that even possible? You really hate getting all gussied up, eating stupid amounts of sugar and telling tales?

Do you get goosebumps when someone plays with your hair? Are you passionate about what's happening in your life right now- one way or the other, elections to affections to (fun game this rhyming business)?

Do you fall in love slowly? Does it creep into your fingertips and toes innocuously with an easy warmth one day, one week, one year at a time? Does it change the face of a friendship?

Or do you fall in love fast? Is it electric, does it snap you out of a haze you hadn't realized you were in? Does it feel like walking into the first crisp day of spring or fall, when winter doesn't hurt your chest or summer doesn't suffocate? Does it feel like you just learned how to breathe and it may or may not be for all the right reasons?

Where is all this coming from??? Well we're in the ballpark of ToKisstheCook's first anniversary, just past it actually. And I have one hell of a Dear Universe post for that one but for tonight, for the next few days... tell me anything.

Not that I haven't always been curious about you, I do read your blogs after all when that's an option, but I'm now dying to know all sorts of things! I want to know what makes you specifically tick and the kind of thing that makes you laugh out loud when you're by yourself or the kinds of things that are only funny because whoever you're with just can't stop giggling.

I need to stop. I'll stop. But clue me in a little. If you don't want to leave a comment, shoot me an email. It's been a year and I know some of you like family. Some of you are family. But I'm insatiably intrigued to find out what's happening.

It goes like this:

I take strong Peet's French Roast with 1 Splenda and some cream, just like both my parents do except they love the gross powdery stuff. I probably only have coffee 3 days a week and I do not understand scones. They are crumbly and I've yet to have a single scone that matches the buttery, flaked perfection of a proper croissant.

I don't sleep before morning flights so my travel outfits have an "of the moment" quality (ha) and my mom made me a killer vampire costume when I was 9 (considering I'm on my 4th Twilight book in two weeks...appropriate still). All food is comforting to me but especially spaghetti with canned tomatoes and cheddar cheese or mashed potatoes or a gigantic Sugar Shack House Salad.

And what makes the hair on my arms stand up is only one person's business at the moment so it is unfair of me to even ask you that question if I'm only going to snip a response but it's not an unhappy snip. No. It's a passionate snip because yes, I feel strongly about all things these days and its delicious to feel so excited all the time and I like having people around me who feel the same way.

And love? How about both? I tend to know immediately but holy goodnight if I'm not one of the more stubborn people you've ever/ never met. Kinda nice to get the *flash*bang* AND the slow build though...

There are several people who read this blog who are going to think I've gone straight off the deep end but I promise you that I'm no further into the rabbit hole than usual.

So let's have it...your turn now.