I am an entirely sensible girl. Until you mention ponies, or glitter, or nachos.
Life conspires to spoil me. You’ll see what I mean.
Facts? I’m 29, I live next to a big warm ocean, in a house with my brother Jesse and his wife Bethany. Neighbors get confused about who’s related/married to who sometimes, sometimes it’s because I throw around words like “Mormon sister-wife,” and “bought from a cult.” I like a certain amount of confusion and chaos. My brother does not like confusion and chaos, but he does like me. Bethany shrugs and refers to me as a performance artist.
They’re very good people and sweetly overlook that I’m a commie liberal agnostic. I never make fun of their matching Sunday School Teacher t-shirts, because I could never love two people more madly.
Most of the time I wrote this site, I worked for a computer manufacturer, and I had such an amazing time there. We worked, we danced, we drank, we played. I grew up there. I think of it like most people think of high school.
Bad times and layoffs happen. I was taken into the fold by a band of darling accountants, who were so sweet. I bid them a fond farewell after a few months, and I’m focusing on finding something I love to do, other than my boyfriend (more later).
My friends are abnormally attractive. It’s not why I picked them, I swear, it’s just a side effect of their being Chronically Awesome. They simply do not make better people than MY people. You’ll see. Collectively, we like to nerd out over outdoor concerts, museums, hiking and really awful movies.
I have five other flawless brothers, but you’re not ready for all that handsome, admit it. You’re still reeling from my sisters. Fine, here’s Nick, and we’ll get back to the rest when I think you can deal.
Utterly charming, no? And that’s not even the one that brings me flowers every spring. YOU’RE NOT READY FOR THAT ONE.
Other things you’ll learn about me here? I don’t think vanity is much of a sin. I think science is romantic. I order books faster than I can read them. I CAN be entirely serious, especially if we’re talking about the environment, abused animals, or how insane Tyra Banks is. (VERY.) My heroes include Tyra Banks, Albert Schweitzer, Zelda Fitzgerald, Dolly Parton, Carl Sagan, my adoptive mother Bunny ….. you know, people with big bouncy hair.
And the biggest thing you could ever know about me is that I’m in love, dead wrecked on a boy. He owns me and lights me up like a street light. He is the best thing I think this old earth has ever spun out. He’s careful and kind, and has the bravery and the sense to laugh more than anyone else I’ve ever met. If I find out the Big Bang was just our prequel, I won’t be a bit surprised. I think only two people understand the enormity of the day I met him: him, and his poor, poor postman, who has to deliver all my pink, adolesent letters. For now we’re far apart, but someday we’ll share a last name and a front door.
Anyway. I ALWAYS tip street musicians and face painters. I pack light and don’t forget a thing.
If for any reason you feel like you haven’t seen enough pictures of me, add me on Facebook, and if that inspires you to talk dirty (or scientifically!) to me, I’m at Gmail.com.
Oh, and I can perform your wedding. God hasn’t struck me down for it yet, although he did get pretty close with a meteorite while I was marrying Zia and Lele in a hot air balloon.
True story. But you’ll get used to that sort of thing around here…..