decidedly not vegetarian, and decidedly less vegan... i sometimes feel guilty when i eat salads. (poor vegetables.)
soft spot for butter and cured meats and breakfast sandwiches. seamster of obsolete ideals. incessant crossword puzzler (i usually finish all seven days).
i recently quit my grown-up job. byebye, corporate law. hello, brave new world. i do have three undergraduate majors and two graduate degrees, so please treat me kindly, voluntary unemployment... (also, the brave new world includes finally watching the wire [check] and running the paris marathon [check] and eating my way around nyc... nay, around the world [in progress].)
born and raised in texas. (some say reared, i say raised.) prefer hoodies and flipflops to suits and ties... but wear them with equal regularity.
its been said that i need (new) shoes. its also well known that i despise shopping for myself. most of my wardrobe consists of gifts that, if i had a say in the matter, were too expensive to begin with. (my little brother insists i wear too many neutral colors.)
my height, 5'8" (or maybe even 5'7" plus a fraction on bad days), is the bane of my existence.
an occasionally good storyteller. an occasional whiner. an occasional adventurer. an occasional homebody and hermit. unreasonable distaste for phone conversations -- and cellphones in general.
i think iceberg lettuce is stupid.
i quite dislike hot and humid weather. viva la air conditioning!
one will also notice quickly that i am unreasonably afraid of getting older and becoming overweight.
i make an annual trip to new orleans, but never during peak tourist seasons.