*I’m horribly disorganized
*I’m still in love with him
*I dress down too much
*I only like tomato juice when I’m flying
*Almost every Desperate Housewives episode is named for a Sondheim lyric, which makes me even sadder that I really don’t like the show.
[YES, RELAX, UPDATES AGAIN - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]

I feel the same way about the Desperate Housewives thing. Sondheim is some kind of demigod.