[CherylNYC]

I have perfect visual level the way other people have perfect musical pitch. My own house may be in permanent disarray, and my own floors are off-level by several inches, but I MUST straighten the pictures on the walls of restaurants and others' homes.

Beef must be so rare that it's bloody, or I won't eat it.

I have a thing about plastic surgery. I'm so obsessionally distracted by it that I have trouble speaking to a person who has had 'work done'. (How do I know? I'm a sculptor. It always shows when you mess with form.)

I really enjoy watching others eat delicious food that I can no longer eat.

The enormous rottwieler mix in the construction yard across the street whose head is so big that my forearm fits in his mouth cross-wise is known as my boyfriend.