1) I identify as pagan. The only ritual I attend each year is Samhain -- afterward I always feel like I've ripped open an old wound. But in a good way.
2) I need more styrofoam heads to hold all of my hats

I love hats. Some of my hats I inherited from relatives who died. Others I bought for costumes or occasions.
3) I have lousy credit.
4) I make amazing Rigatoni in Béchamel sauce.
5) I want to run away to the pacific northwest. Not because I don't love my life here in Florida. But because if I'm that far away, I'll never have to worry about running into my ex at the grocery story, gas station, mall, park or friends' homes at parties.