Nine truths and a lie (aka I am SO BORED)

[lex]

Feel free to guess which is the lie. Or not.

1. I am the sole inheritor of over 300 acres of land.
2. I have a deer skull named Bruce.
3. I am mortified by the idea that people like what I write; I am even more mortified by the idea that people like ME.
4. I'm married to a soldier.
5. I require at least one flowchart, a degree in psychology, and several court documents to explain my family.
6. I have multiple conditions that can't be explained by science, including visual snow, touch-taste metal-specific synesthesia, an eerie tendency towards minor precognition, and red meat intolerance.
7. I own a knitted Cthulhu hat and I put a Hello Kitty pin on it.
8. I once made a grown man run from my store and traumatized a line of customers with nothing more than the look on my face.
9. I once broke my foot by walking while it was asleep. No tripping, just walking.
10. My memory is so poor that I can't recall the topic of conversation five minutes ago, nor what I had for dinner a few hours ago, nor anything I've written pretty much ever. But I can remember an insane number of TV jingles and pop culture references, which means half my conversational ability is quoting things.

Unrelatedly:
Ally: I'm just gonna show you what I have written so far >_> needs work, ie NOT HOT ENOUGH but it's a start
L: kjugedhksjflokdhkfrjlisdeo;
L: WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOT HOT ENOUGH
L: IF IT GETS ANY HOTTER I WILL GET HEATSTROKE AND DIE AND IT WILL BE ALL YOUR FAULT
L: I'LL HAVE THEM ENGRAVE ON MY HEADSTONE "FUCK YOU ALLY, IT WAS HOT ENOUGH TO BEGIN WITH"