TELEGRAM: Urgent STOP. Our party has run afoul of lions STOP. Please send lion spray STOP. MESSAGE ENDS
Once I got kicked out of Home Depot. They accused me of being a spy from Lowe's. So, there's that.
ENTP, but I think it matters (almost) less than astrology. Speaking of astrology: due to precession, the Zodiac today is something like 22 degrees off of what it used to be. That means there's about a fifty-fifty chance your sign isn't really your sign. That tends to freak out a lot of the people I date; in other words, don't be too discouraged by this paragraph if you're really into astrology. Just please also believe in evolution and gravity and stuff.
This is what I want to be like when I'm old. (Mobile users, there's a link here that you probably can't see.)
I moved to Austin for grad school after five mostly excellent years at Virginia Tech. Then, for about sixteen months, I lived in a little town in West Virginia; we really didn't get along, Morgantown and I. But I met some lovely people and learned a lot about economic dysfunction.
I have three moms. All of them live in Northern Virginia (DC metro area), as does my younger sister.
Until recently, I had a number of chickens. They have gone to live on a farm (not a euphemism). Their names are all puns. (You may ask me over okcupid to tell you at most two chicken pun names; after that you must buy me a drink, or no more puns.)
Semi-finally, know that I am related to Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore by marriage (not my marriage!). It's true! Ask me sometime. (Update: I took real-life Dumbledore's grandson and his wife, my cousin out for Texas barbecue a few months back. They said it tasted magical.)
And lastly, I have a ticket to Burning Man. Hells yes.