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I don't have a list of 100 things about me because I cannot follow any rules, recommendations or recipes. This often gets
me in trouble.
I bake without recipes. This often goes badly but is also sometimes incredibly delicious. Of course when I make something
great I can never make it again.
I probably swallow at least one gnat per morning while jogging. Sometimes this really freaks me out but it's better than
the blinding gnat in the eye.
I have run a marathon. It hurt like hell. I can't wait to do it again.
I think I'll eat nearly anything from the ocean. Really. You want me to eat fish ass, I'm down. Chicken on the bone however,
freaks me the hell out. When someone eats buffalo wings, I have to look away. All that licking and bone piles. Ugh.
Chocolate plus mint equals happiness. Oh and marzipan, I can't forget marzipan. Organic marzipan from Sicily is my new
crack. (scrap that, Whole Foods stopped selling it). My new passion, chocolate and cinnamon.
I have never smoked crack. I am very bad at smoking and do not inhale. Also it was never offered to me. Had it been at
one point in my life I might have tried it. I was often not very smart.
I used to drive a red Miata. I miss it every day. I will not be truly happen until I have a convertible again. I've ordered
my convertible Smart Car and am counting the days until it arrives.
Sometimes I believe too much in astrological signs. Other times, not enough. I'm a Libra, doesn't that explain it all?
I can still cast a horoscope and read tarot cards. I'm pagan but not devout.
I have worn a tiara and enjoyed it. I have also participated in a pageant but these two facts are not related.
I did not have an actual talent in said pageant, I improvised, it went badly.
I still enjoy most horror movies aimed at teenagers. Oh, and Dawson's Creek reruns. I'm twelve on the inside, perhaps
that explains why my live-in love is so very much younger than I am (in his mid twenties--gasp!)
He draws stuff but will not paint the cheesy landscapes I would probably paint if I had talent. He draws in pen and ink,
yet one more reason I believe that he is an old grumpy man in a young boy body.
My favorite architect is Palladio--love those big Venetian splendor palaces of the Renaissance. I really don't like Frank
Gehry's work. Give me Richard Meier any day or IM Pei. I'm currently going through an obsession with Stanford White and his
Gilded Age New York mansions. And living in Silver Lake has given me a love of Richard Neutra.
I worry that life is making me less intelligent as time goes on. I watch too much TV.
I eat lots of pickled ginger. It's bizarre but probably not life-threatening.
Sometimes I believe cats understand English way more than they let on. Not dogs, they stick to the basics--sit, stay,
fetch. Meanwhile, the cat is probably memorizing your credit card number when you say it on the phone.
I once found a box of kittens down by the river and didn't keep any of them.
I went to college twice in my life, once for the fun and the parties and to live life like I was re-enacting "Less
Than Zero." The second time I went as an adult, to night school. It was Harvard and it rocked. (Actually I went three
times if you count my MFA, I'm in school again but it's not college this time).
I love cats!
I love sunshine and hate winter and moved to LA mainly for the weather (and the Mexican food, and the desert light).
I am happy. Not every day, not every minute but enough of the time that it scares me. Our culture does not want people
to be happy I fear.
If you send me spam, I will be forced to create a voodoo doll in your image and do unspeakable things to it.
deidre@thefictive.com
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