Strung up high, strung up tense; stress is good, stress is fun.

These boxes are so daunting.

I don't do favourites: it's a waste of emotion, or effort, to peg emotion and effort into things that don't mean.

I like, and I love, and I Like, and I Love – I just don't like or love or Like or Love anything of anythings most. Eclecticism rules.

I don't seize today, for I'm reaching for tomorrow.

This About Me box is the only one I've seen so far that I look kindly at; there are no character limits or word limits or limit limits. Thing is, I can no longer hide behind the excuse that if I could describe myself with such limits I'd be a failure as a faceted individual.

So what can I hide behind now?

"Sometimes I wonder if all kids think they’re geniuses, only to grow up and realize that maybe they just grew up quicker than everyone else. Maybe they just learn to lie that little bit faster."