My life right now is a melange of disparate interests - I like to write (fiction, poetry, journalism, etc.), I bike and run and swim, and I compete in triathlons (but haven't competed in awhile due to an unfortunate series of injuries - I break a lot of things). I love lifting (Come be my spotter! My gym buddy moved and I'm stuck on the goddamn isolateral bench and it gives me a false sense of security.). I play guitar and a tiny bit of mandolin and love to songwrite and play for friends [Addendum: I am rusty and I must super suck right now because I have been overwhelmed with my overwhelming job, which I love despite its overwhelmingness.).
I did fresh meat for roller derby for awhile and now I'm an NSO (non-skating official) because a lot of my friends broke their legs in roller derby and I break my legs enough because I have a bone disorder already. But the roller derby community is great, and I love being a part of it.
I also have a baby bearded dragon named Darl. If you know what his name is from (without googling or asking people), I think we would get along great. My Instagram is mostly pictures of Darl and of my chickens, who are discussed in some detail below. [Addendum: I mentioned this in a question explanation and I don't always read questions. You probably don't read questions either, seeing as you probably have a life. Essentially, if you have a staunch hatred of reptiles, we will not get along. At all. W/e. Plus Darl will be offended. Short hair don't care. Or some other basic bitch idiom.]
I have two pet chickens named Ethel and Quinn. I raised them from chicks and they're well-socialized and like people. I love my chickens like most other people love their cats and/or dogs. My chickens think I am a large featherless chicken, and my lizard thinks I am a large lizard with exceptionally smooth scales.)
With the notable exception of horses (how I love horses and have always secretly wanted to be one), I really just prefer non-mammal pets. But I generally like cats more than dogs. In case you were wondering. You probably don't care, but I want to buy a horse who is bound for slaughter and make him/her my pet . This probably means I have a savior complex, which probably means I need therapy. Too bad I'm so cheap.
I like to think of myself as an amalgam of April Ludgate's deadpan wit, Leslie Knope's enthusiasm for work, and Chris Treager's irritating charm, but I'm probably being too kind. I also once had an elaborate dream/nightmare structured around the content of the Decemberists song "The Infanta." This may or may not say a good bit about me. I also identify strongly with Meg from Family Guy. you've been warned.
My most recent Myers-Briggs test result was ISTJ. Before that I was an INTJ. Once I was an INFJ. The I and J are the only constants for me. I'm introverted but I think I'm decently friendly. I'm a solid Kinsey six. If you aren't familiar with the Kinsey scale, that means I'm supersupersuper gay. It only goes up to six, with six being the gayest.
Incidentally, I have also deluded myself into believing that Kristen Wiig is my soulmate. [Addendum: watching the movies The Skeleton Twins and Welcome to Me only confirmed this.]