Things about me (as of today at 11:54 p.m. EDT):
I love sleep.
I am attracted to and mystified by creativity, intelligence, kindness.
Sometimes I get overwhelmed by the ideas I have competing for space in my head.
My novel, DRIFTWOOD, comes out in September 2014 and this makes me ecstatic…and a little scared.
I just want a fella to call me by a charming term of endearment and mean it.
I wish total extinction on all the world’s mosquitoes.
I love moths and butterflies, but especially moths.
I feel like I want to live in Europe again.
Or at least visit for a longer period of time.
With few exceptions, I am totally uninterested in looking at pictures of people’s kids.
I would be a very stylish skinny person.
I am not a good citizen of the world, as I have been avoiding much international (and national) news of late because it is too distressing.
I often feel like a fraud.
I wish I employed a hair and makeup team every day to get me decent.
I am surprisingly (physically) strong.
While I am still pretty messed up, I have come a long way in the past couple of years in terms of getting my shit together.
I don’t get as upset seeing my reflection in a mirror or passing window as I used to.
I have terrifyingly accurate intuition.
I own too many notebooks.
I really love good Mexican food.
Convention and pretension disgust me.
I want everyone, every single person, to get what they long for. Even the shitheads of the world. It would do them some good.
It’s a shame we can’t rewind and do-over in life.
I wish I didn’t care about grammar and syntax.
Waiting for Guffman is still the best film ever.