My need to never be late for anything ever. Better 30 minutes early than 30 seconds late, amirite?
My inability to reach the top kitchen cupboards. Being under 5 foot is fine…*sniff*.
How I take my tea. You better not put the milk in first or I’ll end you.
My scribbly child-like handwriting. I blame being a leftie.
The hole-y socks. Every day a new hole.
My Batman pyjamas. Two pairs. Wish I had more.
My graphic novels collection. Significantly larger than my “actual books with mostly words” collection.
The need to check the restaurant menu days before the meal. Then still reading it thoroughly when I get there.
My awkward fringe and flicky hair. Why won’t you sit right?!
How I can’t draw. Seriously…I’m awful at it.
The way I hold my pen. Apparently it’s weird?
My obsession with lists. Just like this one.
My magazine choices. Give me Wired magazine over Glamour, Cosmo and Hello! any day.
So tell me…what makes you, you?