I really love writing in short sentences, Sergio Ramos (and, by default, rooting for Real Madrid), and obsessively keeping my email count at 0. I'm also very clumsy, but I guess that's not really a hobby and just a curse.
My only real job this weekend was to drive Brittany to the airport, and I told her that she would need max 20 minutes to check-in for her flight at Bob Hope.
Of course, I started panicking when I realized that we were still in West Hollywood at 8:20 driving to catch her 8:55 flight. Eek. So, I told her what I would do in her situation—to get her ass to the gate ASAP, natch.