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I am a tempermental, creative person. I am an artist in many forms, but words are the things that make me climb out of bed in the morning. I smoke Marlboro Reds. So... more

I am a tempermental, creative person. I am an artist in many forms, but words are the things that make me climb out of bed in the morning. I smoke Marlboro Reds. So what, sue me. I won't do it near your adorable infant or your fist-sized teacup dog as we pass each other on the street, so calm the eff down. I am very social, but I like to hide from people. It can be hard to get me out of the house sometimes, because I feel as though I have used up all of my social currency...unless you should happen to invite me to coffee. I am a proper whore for that. I have a photographic memory, but the memories appear like well-worn, much-loved pages in a dog-eared children's classic. If I love a book, I will read it hundreds of times. The spaces between the words and ideas are just as full of portent as the phrases themselves. It's like looking at delicate latticework...depending on the way the sun slants towards it, you notice the wood or the gaps. Each day, it is important to look at all of the things that are dear and familiar to you, and see something fresh and new there. Everyone's eyecolor changes, especially in the hard sunlight of the gathering afternoon. I can be difficult without meaning to, which is the hardest aspect of anyone to put up with. I have several forms of mental illness, including bipolar disease, anorexia and obsessive-compulsive disorder. This makes me a very bad risk as a human being, but I am always trying to improve my stock. I will spend my life proving to you that I am worth the trouble...perhaps I can even make you laugh. Things in threes are very important to me. Three is the Buddhist number for "enough," but I loved it's mystical power long before I knew that sublime fact.I still love to write haiku about prison sex. I wish a doctorate program was offered in this specific area of study. Lots of things make me cry, sometimes very inappropriately. I just went through more than two months of inpatient treatment at an eating disorders facility, and this has proven to me that the pieces that have fallen off of me along life's journey can't be replaced, but perhaps I can be molded into a new version of me that works better than before. I need an emotional contractor to replace my faulty wiring. I read every moment of the day. I am just as likely to read the DSM-IV to catch up on all the psychological diagnoses as I am a moving work of fiction. And if those aren't available, I will reach for a cereal box...ANYTHING with words. I am a very proud citizen of my adopted hometown, New Orleans. It is a beautiful, brash sonnet of a city that embodies the fighting spirit of human nature that I prize above all else, and hope to exhibit someday myself. I love all beauty, everywhere. It puts a lump in my throat that I pretend is not there. If you are very nice to me I will have trouble meeting your eyes. Please do not let this bother you. Good coffee and conversation is really all I require...