I sing lead in a "rowdy" bluegrass band called The Meat Purveyors. By day I work for the government--proofreading very important documents. Sometimes I drink too much. I generally prefer the company of dogs. I am attracted to men who know how to cook meat. I enjoy games of skill and chance. I like to travel. I do not like fanny packs, ferrets, or finicky eaters. Many are intimidated by my bluntness, horrified by my inability to bathe every day, and inspired by my casual elegance. I will never grow up. What energy source do I draw upon? The fountain of eternal anticipation.
