45-degree head cock: the often-involuntary action of tipping one’s head sharply and abruptly to an angle of approximately 45 degrees when perplexed by someone else’s statement or behavior. Can also be employed intentionally as a means of communicating such “confusion” (generally tinged with disapproval, disagreement,  or shock-at-the-ignorance-and/or-inappropriateness of given statement/behavior) and allowing communicating party a brief window of explanation or retraction.

The Hamster Wheel: One of many references to the manic-speed thinking contraption I’ve been cursed with as a brain. I kind of picture it as a hamster wheel that some kid walked by and flicked, setting it spinning so fast that you can’t even see the little hamster-sized feet rungs. Only the kid had a mighty-strong flick, or walks by about every seven minutes to do it again, because it basically never stops. Until I sleep.

I really, really like to sleep.

Qua? (KWAH): a verbal version of “45 degree head cock”, employed as a slightly-less-offensive version of “dafuq?”

Fabulousity: noun form of fabulous; embodiment of fabulous. I swear I’ve been saying this since at least middle school, before Bravo was even a twinkle in a closeted Andy Cohen’s eye…

The Crazy: mishmashed conglomeration of minor neuroses and psychoses that often lead me to believe I am one outburst shy of involuntary commission. Includes, among many other aspects, frequent wavering between a frenetic desire to “fix” The Crazy, as wholly and quickly as possible; and an over-emphatic insistence that The Crazy is a (very odd and inconvenient  “gift” with which I should make peace. Said frequent wavering and resulting inability to stake a camp on my own opinions regarding The Crazy is, by definition, a fundamental aspect of The Crazy, without which The Crazy could likely be reduced to the cute and simple “strong personality.”

Baby Surprise: synonym for drunk. Shorthand for the weird face both my mom and I make when intoxicated; already-very-large eyes become fixedly wide, in an expression of half perpetual-surprise, half baby-like wonderment. Pretty sure it’s just a biological attempt to collect as much light as possible so as to focus on whatever it is I’m looking at; like opening up the aperture in my eyeballs.