This was totally how I used to travel.
That's Snarkier Than You's fault. What a bitch.
Anyway, we now have less than a week before we descend upon the little town of Forks and completely ruin them and it's suddenly occurred to me that I have a ton of shit I need to do.
Only problem is, I'm too fucking excited about seeing/meeting everyone to bother packing my shit.
Wait. That came out wrong.
One of the best things about last year's trip was not just how amazing everyone was, but how different we all were yet still got along famously. Seriously, if Twitards ran the world this place would literally be full of puppies and rainbows. Or kittens and rainbows, if you're allergic to dogs. Or other fluffy things if animals ain't your thang.
And of course, RPattz's smoldering good looks would be plastered from here to fucking Bangladesh. Naturally.
It was really great getting to know everybody last year and I'm sure that there are many of you out there who are a little apprehensive about the whole meet and greet thing. As STY said in her post yesterday (and I'm paraphrasing here) "you have nothing to fear but fear itself. And possibly cirrhosis."
Does THIS look scary to you???
That being said, I figured it would be nice if maybe everybody could share something about themselves in the comments on this post - a pre-introduction of sorts, if you will. We know how naughty and lovely and caring all you ladies are. But give us a little more! Are you an only child? Do you have ten daughters? Do you fly aircraft to Mars for a living (if so, TK wants your number. I think her home planet is somewhere near there).
Just don't tell people oatmeal makes you hurl because those assholes will never, ever let you forget it.
Now that I've divulged my texture issues (again, siiiigh), I'll throw out a few more things about myself that you may not know.
1) I hate Seinfeld. I just don't get it. And coming from the tri-state area, this is a nearly unforgivable sin. I would sit there and watch it with people and they'd be rolling on the floor laughing and all I could think was, "these people are bunch of asstards." I was told I had no sense of humor.
2) I love to pop pimples. Not on anyone else, because that would make me barf, but I have no problem doing invasive at-home-surgery on my body. And I literally mean "heating up a sewing needle with a lighter and poking at my flesh until it bleeds because gahd-dammit-that-zit-needs-to-go." It's amazing I haven't given myself a massive infection.
3) I feel compelled to make faces every time someone tries to take a picture of me. It's like my brain won't let me just fucking smile like a normal person.
4) I am terrible, awful, atrocious at remembering faces/names. It's really embarrassing. I remember walking down the street outside my office and this stranger was waving at me and smiling. I totally gave her the stink eye. It wasn't until I saw her back in the office did I realize that I've worked with her for nearly five years and we're actually pretty friendly. I had just never seen her outside the office before and couldn't place her.
So, who's next? And just for the record, you don't have to be going to Forks to leave a comment. We want to hear from all of you. Hell, I wish all of you could come!
But I fear Forks would definitely NEVER recover from that.