Grace is the name, musical theater's the game. Cheese connoiseur. Easily distracted by romance and food. Likes the shiny. I blow out the candles on April 1. Cary Grant is my manmistress. Thinks that if Greta Garbo were a clothing article, she'd be a hat, but that weird-ass hat you got from your aunt and always keep in the closet; if Spencer Tracy were a household item, he'd be that coffee mug that you use every single day that's coffee-stained, no matter how much you wash it.