I’m the mother of a wonderful little monster, born from my belly (not hoo-ha) on Sept. 3, 2008. He and his father, a friend of mine despite the divorce, share a middle name (Aaron) and a weird little bald-spot on the back of their heads.

The monster and I live in a cozy (read: small as hell) apartment in Fullerton. Chris, aka “Key,” recently moved in.

I’m passionate about many things, and easily riled up. I like to think of myself as a good person, but sometimes attempt to use Jedi mind tricks for evil when I encounter jackasses on the freeway.

I’m super geeked out on my iPhone, teh internets, and really bad TV shows. But I read books on paper — not a goddamn screen — and can quote lines from certain novels and poems, thanks to my English degree. I have three tattoos I’m obsessively proud of, and plan to obtain more.

I’ve worked at the Orange County Register since I graduated high school in 1999 and honestly love my job — in all its frustrating, crazy newspaper business glory.

Oh, also: I’m probably on a diet.