A practicing hedonist who is in love with growing up and & has enjoyed failure as an appetizer before success. An Anne Welles, biding her time until she can move to a city (when she graduates), she believes in: slow dancing in the kitchen to the Drifters, writing inscriptions in books she gives as gifts, good conversation & comfortable silence, nights like jazz, the Civil Rights movement & its continued applicability, Banana Cream Pie, and listening to the Ramones in lieu of modern medicine. She may be found facing the world with the perfect tube of lipstick and a helluva lot of sass.

The phrase most typically used to describe me is “hot mess”. I’ve got five tattoos. Once I almost got fired over an unwavering love of Matisse. Also, I once kept a dead bird in my desk at work. Proceed with caution.

Lately I Love: Chocolate milk, Liz Taylor circa Cleopatra as a style icon, big hair, Law & Order Perverts Edition (aka SVU), vintage dishes, Chernobyl history, foreign candy, Roald Dahl, fostering hope in my heart, sushi, the Roots, I’m drooling over all the guys with beards lately, science supporting faith for me, mice as a theory, centaurs, and the Atlantic Ocean.

try not to appear neurotic and/or nervous