Carly Myers

What I Do, Job-wise: Sit in a cubby all the live long day and dream of not sitting in a cubby all the live long day; also, paper-pusher.

What I Do, Fun-wise: Go to local music shows; shop online for more dresses to add to my already vast collection; drink margaritas; pet cats; watch my DVD’s of Beverly Hills, 90210: The OG on a continuous loop (no, seriously)

My Motto: Look, I hate you both – never talk to me again! (Marry me, Brenda!)

My Anti-Motto: I choose me. (Shut up, Kelly.)

The First Movie Star I Ever Had A Crush On: Charles In Charge-era Scott Baio

My “celebs to make out with” list: Koko the Gorilla; Shannen Doherty; circa-1992 Dylan McKay’s sideburns.

The Most Played Song On My iTunes: Tears for Fears anything; AFI anything; Bowie anything; Britney, bitch.

Last Book I Read Without Skimming Any Parts: Those Sookie Stackhouse books…’cause I’m deep.

My Most Worn Item of Clothing: Leggings, leggings, leggings. And moto boots. And scarves. And dresses.

Beauty Products That I Hoard: Clinique 7-Day Scrub Cream; Say Yes To Carrots Moisturizer; Bio Oil; Not Your Mother’s Hair Volumizing Powder, which I’m considering leaving my boyfriend for, to be honest; really anything that helps me get my hair closer to Jesus; blush!

I smell like: Sarah Jessica Parker’s Lovely; Shower Fresh-scented Secret; Arm & Hammer Cat Litter Deodorizer for Multiple Cats

I Have Faked An Orgasm (Yes/No): My dad might be reading this, so…pass.