That is my cat, Rylie.
He is a fuzzy jerk.
I adore him.
(ALSO: yes, that is the same wallpaper you see in Lyshitski's house in "Let's Go to Prison")
Brief self-description: high-spirited.
Further Ego Fluffing: I like libraries, things that are purple, tea, museums, cats, being a subversive, whimsical fuckery, cackling like nobody is listening, butting heads with authority, flipping off Noah Webster's ghost (seriously, spelling things incorrectly has to be the silliest form of rebellion EVER), cursing at the sky, SCIENCE!, not being a conservative, and bright colours.
Some Details: Did I mention that I like cats? I like cats.
Fun FACT: I collect witch hats.
RYLIE & LIZ
The following scenario was once posed to me:
You are the only human left on Earth, against an insurmountable horde of zombies (read: everyone else on the planet). You are going to die, but you won't go down so easily! Choose a weapon, location to make the stand, and background music.
*Preferably in the front passenger seat of a red convertible driven by Donald Glover, who is magically not a zombie, with Josh Gates screaming in his awesome voice (don't be a hater) in the backseat and ALSO magically not a zombie. After the horde becomes too overwhelming, the boys and I will jump off the side of the bridge in a magical make out fest until we hit the water and die. And that's how you go out in a zombie apocalypse.