I am...

I love celebrity gossip almost as much as I love politics.
I have an irrational fear of bad things happening to the people I love.
I fear the dentist.
I can’t stand it when people leave things messy, but it’s acceptable if I leave things a mess.
I want a puppy so bad I can cry.
I judge guys on their grammar, spelling and punctuation.
I am afraid of ending up alone.
I want to lose 20 pounds, but I refuse to give up ice cream, beer or French fries.
I believe in God, but I dislike organized religion.
I feel like a dork because I love puzzles, board games and bowling (but they all make me happy).
I love to travel, but I rarely have the money to do so.
I'm scared that I'm not good enough for the guys I think are great, and that the guys that want me aren't good enough for me.
I can’t cook. Not even a little.
I only sleep on one side of the bed, even though I sleep alone.
There is a stack of books on my nightstand that I have started, but can’t seem to finish.
Sometimes I feel that I am too lazy to try for the things I want, but a lot of times, it’s just that I am too afraid of failing.
I buy books for the thrill of it.
I love being involved and busy; it makes me more productive.
There is one guy from my past that I regret breaking up with…and to this day, I think about what might have been.
I have an unreasonable addiction to America’s Next Top Model.
I can’t manage money, but I have cute shoes.
Christmas surpasses any other holiday except the Fourth of July (because of the family).
I am genuinely happy with my life and the opportunities I have been given.
I am anal retentive with everything but the paperwork that is stacked in my desk at home.
I organize my closet by color and/or style (jeans, slacks, khakis, skirts, dress shirt, “going out” shirts, etc.).
I can’t get enough water or eat enough cereal.
I listen to music and think about what it would be like to dance to at my wedding.
I wish I were more creative or played the guitar.
I will live in D.C. someday.