I love food. I mean, I really love food. I take pictures of my finest, funniest and most fascinating dishes, post them on Twitter, and send them to friends. I treat menus like classic literature, refusing to skip even one word. I read the description of every item, regardless of whether or not I'm interested in eating it.

I spend an extraordinary amount of time in my car, so I can justify the expense. That's the only extravagance in my life - it's my car.

I never pile a plate to the point where it overflows. I'd rather have a small plate with small portions and then get up for more if I'm still hungry.

I happen to be quite fond of staying out late and sleeping the day away.

I love to personalize things. I love to make things my own. I like to name everything - from cars to iPhones to the socks I just lost.

I have been known to go to the grocery store and just buy pepperoni. There's just something fantastic about salty, fatty meats.

I know my football. And I adore football players. The crashing noise of a tackle, the huddle grunting, and the roar of the crowd are music to my ears.