About the Author
What to say, what to say? Someone vain enough to blog incessantly about the silly details of their mundane existence should also be vain enough to compose pages and pages for an autobiography effortlessly. Somehow, I still never really know what to say…
I was sprouted and cultivated in a small town in southwestern Mississippi. That’s right, Mississippi and I actually admit it. No, I don’t have a funny accent and I’m anything but a Southern Belle. I don’t particularly dig Nascar or hunting but I do enjoy a nice cold beer.
I was a pretty weird kid. I guess I’m still a pretty weird kid, despite being twenty-five. I’m a quarter of a century old as of November 25th. What a scary thought. I don’t really know how I feel about astrology, but apparently I’m a pretty typical Sagittarius. What does that mean? I have no idea.
Kind of spontaneously, I decided to move from Mississippi to Northern California in March of 2007. I can honestly say it falls into both categories of being the best and worst decision of my life. So far, anyway. I’m sure I’ll manage to do something more amazing and screw up worse in the future. I’ve met some truly amazing individuals since moving here. I’ve also undergone a few fairly traumatic events. I was an unfortunate passenger in a pretty nasty car accident just after moving to “Cali”. I’m now the proud owner of a whole lot of hardware in my poor little leg. Airports hate me. Cold weather hates me but sometimes I have a right little pimp walk going on.
I’m hopelessly obsessed with music and computers and find absolutely no shame in being called a geek. I fell into an awesometastic job working on websites. I can’t believe someone actually pays me to sit around and play with code but I’m still not sure if this is what I want to do for the rest of my life. Does anyone ever really figure out what they want to be when they grow up? I’d like to pretend I could be an artist, but I may end up being a teacher or continuing to be a code monkey though I’ve toyed with the idea of being a psychologist. I think my dream was really to be a writer. It probably still is, I’ve just accepted the fact that I’ll never finish a manuscript.
I don’t really know what else to babble on about, so in a rather sad attempt at creating useless filler content, I give you lists:
Stuff that I really like:
- My MacBook
- Diet Mountain Dew
- MUDs
- A sense of humor
- American Spirit Cigarettes
- Post-It Notes
- Zombies and Vampires
- Sketching, even if I’m terrible
- Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups
- Acoustic Guitars
- People who don’t mind if I’m just a little bit crazy
- Caramel Things
- OMGMusic
- Flip-flops
- Random Web Comics
- Jamba Juice
- Contradicting Myself
- Being Short
Stuff I don’t like that much:
- Being Short
- Really lame comedians
- Drunks
- Most country music
- People who talk on their cellphones about extremely private matters in public
- People who talk on their cellphones in line at the register
- Asshats being asshats while driving. Mostly, this includes gas guzzling luxury SUV drivers sporting their “Save the Earth” and yellow ribbon stickers as well as inconsiderate, minivan-driving, douchebag soccer moms with absolutely no regard for anyone else on the highway.
