I debated for awhile on whether to actually include a "bio" page on the site, because I figure... who cares? Either you already know me, and none of this will be news to you; or, you're here because you're searching for something else, and that something is likely not me. Also, lately I've been wanting to not reveal as much personal info on the web as I have in the past. If you're actually still reading this paragraph, you can obviously see I've decided to say "Whatever!" and post a little something.

Quick Facts: Yvonne; girl (I still feel too immature to call myself a "woman"); 25; Libra; living in the suburbs of the gorgeous San Francisco Bay Area; surprised to be working as a line cook after years of working in offices; aspiring novelist who doesn't write enough.

Slower Facts? If you have, do, or will read my blog, you'll know my hobbies soon enough. Most of them are the same hobbies other people have: Reading, going to the movies, shopping, hanging out with friends, cooking, watching TV. If you were paying attention in the last paragraph, you'll remember that I want to be a writer someday. Correction - I am a writer, just not published. That's going to require a lot more work and dedication than I've been putting in, that's for sure.

Slowest facts You're still here? Really? How silly. Since it's already pretty much established that I love to talk about myself, and you have nothing to do, keep reading for more crap than you ever wanted to know.

I type around 100 words per minute, which is partly why I always worked in offices; it just made sense, I guess. But because I am not a fan of numbers, I refuse to learn ten-key.

When I write fiction, I write something pathetic like five words a minute - I tried to figure that out once. (I don't literally write five words per minute, of course; I do one or two sentences at a time, then take a long break, then repeat this process until I have enough "starter" material to start working on my computer).

Dr. Pepper is my favorite soda. In my senior year of high school, my daily lunch was a half-liter of Dr. Pepper and maybe some Cool Ranch Doritos. Mmm.

I know they're really named Cooler Ranch Doritos, but I think that's stupid (what are they cooler than?) so I always say Cool, instead.

Since Yahoo has started that Search Assist deal, I have spent way too much time trying to prompt it into saying something dirty. Score: Me 0; Yahoo 100.

I probably have every fortune from a fortune cookie I've gotten in the last ten years.

I'm not superstitious, but when I spill salt, I throw some over my shoulder. Yet, I consider it good luck for a black cat to cross my path. I just have to be difficult that way. And, I love the number 13!

If I was stranded on a desert island, I would want a DVD player and all the seasons of every HBO show ever - except for "Sex and the City." Wait - I would want SATC, actually, and use one disc for a mirror, and maybe the rest for frisbees.

Movies about natural disasters (earthquakes, hurricanes, blah blah blah) really annoy me. And don't even get me started on films about outer space.

I'm an early bird. Unless I'm out somewhere, I'm almost never up past midnight; hell, it's usually a special occasion for me to be awake after eleven.

When I believed in god, I never wanted to go to church; now that I'm an atheist, I've found a church I really enjoy.

I love to sing when I'm alone in my car, and sometimes in the shower, but I almost never sing in front of other people. I have a terrible voice. Like, "Let's watch 'American Idol' tonight because Simon Cowell is going to make fun of Yvonne" terrible.

He's a jerk, but I kind of have a crush on Simon Cowell. Only partly because we have the same birthday. Also sharing October 7: Toni Braxton, Thom Yorke, Yo-Yo Ma, and John Cougar Mellencamp.

I have been a fan of horror movies since I was a kid. I can't tell you how many times I watched "Halloween" and "Nightmare on Elm Street" while still in elementary school. I don't think this has warped me at all... do you?

I can't watch the really gory movies anymore; no stomach for it. Also ugh: Those real surgery shows. I even have to cover my eyes during some fake surgery scenes on "Nip/Tuck."

Annoying: Smokers who throw their cigarettes out the car window. Stupid: Smokers who hold their cigarette out the window when not taking a drag because they "don't want to stink up the car" yet have no second thoughts about what they're doing to their lungs. Jeez!

As a native Californian, I have little patience for cold weather. And as a native Californian, I know that I don't even know what real cold is. (It's anything below 60 degrees, am I right?)

I've been working on this page for something like forty-five minutes; but don't ask me how many words per minute that is...