Still no time for proper entries — although the good news is that I’m able to get my head slightly above water enough to at least see the shore.
Your CD collection is almost as big as your ego,
and you can most likely play an instrument or
three. You’re a real hit at parties, but you’re
SO above karaoke.
What people love: You’re instant entertainment.
Unless you play the oboe.
What people hate: Your tendency to sing louder than
the radio and compare everything to a freaking
Not too far from the mark except for the singing thing: I despise my own vocal stylings more than anyone else could.
(Many link thanks to Syntax of Things, who says he’s a book and language snob but I bet could pass for any of the other categories as well.)