"After eight months and eight Dry Ice, it's hard to be smart. Oh, and some coconut rum. And some swimming. And fireworks."

I hate how easily you get things from me. Can't a girl have some secrets? I guess that's what I get. When I try to avoid the topic, you get infinitely more curious. And, although there has been many misinterpretations over the years, you can read me. And I'm a terrible liar.

Either way, it sure was a lot of fun.

Last year I answered a bunch of questions.