I'm that crazy girl you see dancing in her car, screaming along to a terrible song without the slightest consideration for the people who are able to hear her since her windows are rolled all the way down. I abuse caps lock and the ability to keyboard smash. I have lots of feelings about everything. I like semi-colons and food and babies and run on sentences. I like to think of myself as an amalgamation of Lorelai Gilmore, Ron Weasley, and Liz Lemon (meaning that I am a coffee addict, have a sidekick inferiority complex, and on some of my classier days I drink wine while running on a treadmill), but I'm not that awesome. I like the smell of rain drenched concrete, Moleskines, good music, and the oxford comma. I am unapologetically liberal, have questionable morals, enjoy making fun of hipsters, pretend that I'm interesting, and one day will join a nudist colony. Or be in a History Channel documentary. Whichever one comes first.