After living in New York City for six years my latest personal revelation is that I'm pretty sure southerners do not belong in the northeast. Or at least in New York City. The second part of that revelation was the realization that I am, in fact, a southerner. Not in the lynch mob, gonna make you squeal like a pig sense, but on some other fundamental level that makes this place seem ever more alien and foreign with each passing day. Or maybe I just need a bigger cup of tea this morning. So, yeah, anyways…
Otherwise... I'm a graduate of an over-priced, poorly managed, under-achieving, big name design school who is now seeking a bit more… intellectual stimulation. I used to have two completely and utterly neurotic cats, but one ran away a month and a half ago so now there's just the one. She's gray. And fat. I have a part-time dog who is 10 years old, balding and terrified of being stepped on. His name is Pooh, which I had nothing to do with. I've got an anti-social boyfriend whose hermit ways have long ago rubbed off on me and a little blonde haired, green eyed boy who gives the most disturbingly cute, partially open-mouth kisses. He hasn't quite mastered the mouth coordination to pucker up just yet, though we're working on it, lest we venture into truly hillbilly territory.
I grew up mostly in an orange grove in the middle of nowhere North Florida with a psychedelic 60's rocker dad and a sailing, gardening hippie mom. I read voraciously when life allows, when I see people litter I find it difficult not to punch them in the back of the head and I have erotic fantasies about Jon Stewart while watching the Daily Show. I'm a pierced, tatooed, retired raver but you'd probably never know it unless I told you and I have an off-again, on-again morbid fascination with really bad mainstream hip-hop. Though, it's definitely off right now. I am usually an extraordinarily patient person, although city life has used up some of that. I like to think that I love to cook, but I'm realizing that maybe it's more that I like to be in the kitchen and watch while my much more adept significant other prepares delicious things for our dinners. That, and I like playing with the fancy kitchen accoutremounts and fondling our cookbooks.
