How do you feel about traditional picnics (namely the intimate table for two variety)? Old-fashioned basket or something more utilitarian (cooler/insulated bag)?

Love picnics. One time, I went on a picnic at Los Alisos park in San Luis Obispo and we were hiking forever trying to find a place to stop and eat. Finally we decided to pop a squat on a bridge and proceeded to eat delicious gourmet sammiches and drink champagne straight from the bottle because we forgot to buy glasses. After we finished, we walked another 100 yards or so, saw some really fresh bear/mountain lion poop (unsure which - could've been hooman for all I know) and we decided to hightail it out of there. That shit was fresh and steaming. Aint nobody got time for that!

If you were put in a room with 100 random other people the same age and sex as you, from your country, in what way do you think you would be different from the average?

As somebody else has said, I am childless and in my 30's which is rare. I also don't find pleasure in most things that other women seem to enjoy? I can't put my finger on it really, it's just plain obvious when you see me with other ladies. I am definitely different. It's not that hard to be different in Orange County though, especially when you head into Central and South Orange County. It's Stepford country! You can't stop there! The women wear the same clothes and drive the same car. It's enough to give a person the heebs.

What would you like from Japan: I'd love a Japanese fan! Or KitKats. I see those KitKats and I wants them too!

Nail Polish: OBSESSIVE! I Love nail polish, especially sparkly kind. I have SO many red polishes, but am still on the hunt for the perfect bright red that is not neon. I also am on the hunt for "Ruby Slippers" by Opi *hint hint - nudge nudge*

Soap: I don't use bar soaps =( sowwy.

Sample size things: I sometimes use samples, but rarely. They're like imps and encourage hoarding. I use it once and stash it away and before I know it, the samples have made little sample babies that puke all over my sample holder bag and then they try to escape and it's a mess, oh the mess. I step on one and it's guts get all over and I break down and cry and ask the sample gods WHY??? WHY?? It had to go before it's full sized brethren could incorporate it into itself like some crazed alien species that eats it's own but has multiple personalities from all of the samples that it's eaten. It's SICK and I will not tolerate this in my bathroom!!!

Vidya Games: no, I do have a Wii, but only play Mario games

Nighttime routine: get drunk and watch Shows. It's a classy drunk though (wine).

Favorite shade of blue: sapphire blue

Kitchen gizmos: I have one of them new fangled toaster ovens. Boy can it toast!