The way my jaw goes limp every time I watch prison documentaries.
How I politely remind you to replace the toilet roll and dust the cracker crumbs off my computer chair.
How often I instagram my food.
The way I dance around the apartment singing songs from The Lion King soundtrack.
The way I cry every time I watch Armageddon or Dark Knight Rises.
How many times I have seen Armageddon.
How I change exercise plans every 37 hours after the second workout had far too many push ups.
The rapid speed at which I drink my glass of wine.
The way I struggle to say persimmon and emaciated.
My salmon coloured trousers.
The way I spell colour and favourite even though I'm American.
My propensity to be English. If I eat Marmite directly out of the jar and watch enough BBC and complain about the weather often enough maybe one day I'll get it righty-o.
How quickly I speak when I know I'm right.
How I leave the room to burp.
How often and the intensity of which I say the word "FUCK."
This tattoo on my wrist that's my home state and how I don't regret it at all.
The way I get up at 6:20 everyday, even on Saturday when you want to sleep in and I want to watch reruns of The Office.
How I add hot sauce to everything, even hot chocolate.
How I can quote Oscar Wilde but can't name one play he wrote.
The times I pretend to be studying but am actually looking at food porn on the internet.
The way I start listening to Christmas music on October 1st.
How much I hate losing at Mario Kart.
My adorable duck waddle run.
How I like to make lists.