All my friends are the most divine mixture of horrors.
Someday I will have two Maine Coon kitties, and I will name them Boris and Bela.
I play drums with a band called Scrapple. You've never heard of us. I also sing some for a bunch of other swell people.
My first crush was Gene Wilder as Willy Wonka: smarmy, sarcastic and bedecked in purple velvet. Swoon.
I fell in a septic tank when I was three years old.
I really, really, REALLY like to complain.
One night, in a stupefying moment of premenstrual malaise, I cried at the end of "Firestarter." Yeah, the movie. The one with Drew Barrymore, after "E.T." but right before she became kind of slutty and WAY before she got all respectable and shit. Oh, yes. Like a baby I cried.
I am conversationally knowledgeable about a great many things, but Southern Gothic literature, egregious profanity, and guilt are my specialties.