I'm an Oklahoman by birth and South Carolinian by choice. I moved to Texas almost four years ago and I think I should try to make new friends.
I'm a cancer survivor. I punched cancer in the ovaries.
I knit and read. I like contemporary literature and I have a degree in film.
I have a massive chin, but it's still kind of pretty. I consider myself more of a Reese Witherspoon than a Jay Leno.
I still think running up stairs on all fours is fun and cool.
What I’m doing with my life
I nannied for a long damn time and now I'm working for a start up and trying to use my degree to actually get some fucking movies made. Or at least written.
I'm the worst.
I’m really good at
Writing, playing violin, talking up my cat, drunk eBay-ing.
The first things people usually notice about me
I guess it really depends upon how much a person is trying to
criticize me. I have a big forehead, only one dimple, a pointy
chin, frizzy hair, big boobs, I'm overweight just like you, I'm
usually smiling, super sarcastic, and all I want to talk about is
my cat. There's the first five seconds. Plus there's probably a
booger hanging out of my nose. I never claimed to be graceful.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, The Amazing Adventures of Cavalier and Clay, Manhood for Amateurs, The Giver, The Areas of My Expertise, More Information Than You Require, That Is All, 100 Years of Solitude, Sandman, Y: The Last Man, The Unwritten, The World According to Garp
Wayne's World, Bottle Rocket, Drop Dead Gorgeous, Psycho Beach Party, Kicking and Screaming (1995), Wet Hot American Summer
The O.C., Community, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, The League, True Blood, Arrested Development, Buffy
Talking Heads, Mates of State, They Might Be Giants, of Montreal, DEVO, !!!, Diamond Rings, Architecture in Helsinki, Jurassic 5, Future Islands, Youth Lagoon, Man Man, Surfer Blood, The Mountain Goats, New Pornographers, The Mae-Shi
Thai food is fantastic.
So is all the rest of the food.
The six things I could never do without
My cat, Dinghy
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Character, dancing, music, sleep, whatever cats think about, how I can afford to travel more.
Also how I want to convince the hot maintenance dude at my apartment to teach me how to ride a bicycle.
On a typical Friday night I am
Doing what I do any other night.
My schedule isn't so rigid.
Currently I'm sifting through thirty fucking messages that all just
say some variation of "hello" or "how are you?" Please don't do
this to me.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I really hate when strangers tell me I'm pretty or I have nice skin
or compliment anything else I have no control over, but I'll afford
you the same courtesy.
Also I'm terrified of dolphins.
You should message me if
This is a stupid prompt.
How about this: Just DON'T send me a message if you hate cats. Or
if it says anywhere on your profile (or should) that you don't like
to read. Or if you have ever referred to anyone not related to you
as "bro." Or if you're in the "Don't Move Here" camp. You guys are
dicks and you're not helping the problem.
Or if you have ever been an undecided voter. That's fucking
ridiculous and we're not going to get along.