Megan

diner: Diner food; could be good, could be greasy, perhaps dubious-looking, but it's comfort food thrown in with, hopefully, yummy pie. Well ok, perhaps I'm more fond of diners than the average restaurant-goer. I love diners: the wide variety of food, the late hours, watching the various people and imagining where they're from and where they're going, chatting with the waitresses and waiters, the atmosphere, the feeling of being on the road, going somewhere. If a diner flashes their amazing pies at  me, I'm running in there, with or without y'all.  At Bob's Big Boy in Burbank, every Friday night classic cars are spread out in the parking lot, taunting everyone with their shiny coats of paint and BEADY BIG EYES - they know I want them.

Hi! I'm a massive goof. I laugh a lot and giggle and make onomatopoeia-ic noises. In person, sometimes I'm a little shy, other times I dork around and laugh too loud and poke fun. Going to concerts is something very important, fun and awesome to me. Sometimes you may catch me posting silly pictures of my cat MacGyver here in my journal, as well as noting various hilarious quips my roommate tends to shoot out at alarming rates. People-watching makes me so very happy; I'm known to often spout some fairly snarky observations, but hey, if you decide to wear diapers on your head, I'm going to point it out, alright? Sarcasm? My family trait. Pie and cheese and chocolate; you give me any of these and I'm yours (to a healthy degree).



( if you dare, or are bored, read on! )