I lived in Alabama until December 2004. Before that I lived in Kentucky and Hawaii and Missouri and Oklahoma and Germany and now I live in Massachusetts. I wanna write a novel and be famous. I write decent poetry. I read ravenously. I listen to music more than is normal for a person who plays no musical instruments. I love my dog more than most people. I’m an Army brat – and therefore “from” nowhere, but my hometown is Eclectic, Alabama. I looooove fruit. Juicy sweet stickiness from heaven. Well, most fruit. I’m allergic to mangoes. I found out when they chopped down the mango tree near our home when we lived in Hawaii – I played on the carcass and subsequently broke out in a rash alllll over – and was informed by the doctor that poison ivy and mangoes are close cousins. I have a scar on my palm from a pork chop bone – got it when I was 3 when we lived in Missouri. I have a scar on my forehead – happened when I was about 1.5 years old and I fell off a two-story building when we lived in Oklahoma. I have a red/yellow/black butterfly tattoo on my right breast. I adore alliteration. I love Eddie Izzard, Mitch Hedberg, David Alan Grier, and Dane Cook. I like rain puddles and lollipops and swings and trampolines more than a 28 year old ought to.
I like pineapples and watercolors and lip gloss and the Beatles. I like dashboard hula girls and Dorothy Parker and daffodils. I like E.T. and Janis Joplin and bubble gum and comic books. I like Star Wars and my puppy dog and my mom and my dad. I like water globes and Jones soda and Hemingway and jack-o-lanterns. I like peppermint candles and ice cream and rainbows in oil slicks and and thank you cards. I like voodoo and Jesus and maple syrup and Christmas lights and Elvis. There’s not much I don’t like, really. I don’t like raisins and I don’t like cucumbers and I don’t like bad drivers or poor grammar. I don’t like hang nails or the flu or looking at dead things. I don’t like Rutger Hauer or yogurts with fruits in them or people who are mean to their pets. I don’t like the Warren Commission’s findings. I don’t like mosquitoes.