About Me
I'm independent but highly interactive. Height: 5'6". Weight: 100 pounds, all kitten bone, ballerina muscle, and ponderous notions. IQ: 143, but probably languishing. Heart rate: 40 BPM. Profile views: 16,900+. On my walk to the subway, I get to see buildings like these (go to http://www.nyc-architecture.com/PS/PS.htm). My Qi flows through the anatomy of my words and my zest for life is lemony. If it gets in your eyes it could sear your corneas. When I'm handicapped, I walk on grudges. Europeans tell me I have European sensibilities. I have no talent for promoting myself. I finished writing my first novel in 2006 and I had trouble emerging from its closure, even though I don't believe in closure. When I typed the last line, the dog on the sofa continued to sleep. Castles make me happy. My absence of faith in [most] absorptive, abstract concepts commonly signified in everyday speech has followed me throughout my peripatetic existence and has resulted in a wealth of failed attempts at being absorbed, myself, in the broad daylight of the commonplace, where a first aid kit sits in my desk drawer and a pouch of plastic cards clamor to illustrate me on a storyboard. September in New York makes me feel manic. My dreams are vivid and far more interesting than real life. There is no cellulite on (in?) my body and I have never needed to tweeze or wax my eyebrows. I'm neutral about gender, androgenous in thought, and I do not want to hear the word, "phal-logocentric" ever again. The best things in life will freeze. "I" is questionable. Gluttons nauseate me and I FIRMly believe in divorcing someone for gaining weight post-nup. I prefer to associate with people who don't abuse substances. The body is the soul's environment, and I am a protection agency. I reconcile with this my support of the death penalty, abortion, and euthanasia on the basis of human excellence and strength being requisite--only in the fittest and most salubrious of circumstances should anyone be made to live. I don't have much patience for Baptists, chilling out, things that are slow, things that are soft, people in my way, or anyone who says, "nu-cu-lar." If you are one of those people who, if you were the authority here, would abbreviate the first portion of this sentence so it would read, "If u r 1 of those people," don't send me a message. Ever. I hate you. And I want my mommy. My will to etiolate etiology has long passed; I see nothing hollow in predilections for putatively hallowed pursuits. There is no comfort in the knitting metaphor as applied to creative situations: to throw this metaphor into conversation is not to knit, but to blanket, and then only sort of. Please proofread all written correspondence and eliminate cacography, bad grammar, and mechanical blemishes before mailing it to me. It's simply communicative hygeine. DON'T YOU THINK? I do not like the word "fecund" but I do like the word "coxcomb." I'm open to poetic souls without end punctuation. A picture frame dresses up like a mirror after 5:00 p.m., and when I turn up my coat collar, the pallid yellow of dusk behind me takes a different angle on the silhouette it collects. That was the day I learned of the accident. That was the day after I was all I had left. Focus on the square, the new skin, and the fresh, empty classroom you first smelled. It pleases me to hold hands and skip through the city and exercise telepathy. My stuffed animals have remarkable autonomy but I have shaved their faces, too. Oh yeah, I have razors. My type-A starts fires and the alphabet. I am a heliotrope of pupils most dilatory. I believe garden variety emotions have E. Coli all over 'em. I wash my hands about thirty times a day and I am very afraid of developing dementia, having a stroke, and/or losing my voice. There are lots of pencils on my desk. I like to Swiff. I do not like to do laundry. I do not like to visit the ATM machine. I do like walking from the West Village to the East Village at 7:00 p.m. when it is 76 degrees, humidity under 40%, in June, but sometimes also in May. My middle name is not worth having. Neither is my advanced degree. YAY! I love SUMMER!
