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.

I'd like to do a little bit more adventurous TV. Maybe Showtime or HBO or just a little bit edgier. But I would go back to NBC, CBS, whatever.

I laugh at what I used to think was cool when I was growing up. In all seriousness, I thought having braces was cool.

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 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.

Um... Bulgaria is an interesting country. The people are lovely. There are potholes the size of small planets.

Why do I always choose the shopping cart with the squeaky wheel? Is it my bad luck, or are all the carts dysfunctional?