anagramofbrat | Day Two. (Reply)

Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession

Day Two: Nine things about yourself.

I will be 34 years old this year. I routinely get mistaken for < 20. If you've ever seen pictures of my family, you know why. (Vampirism, clearly.)

I have wanted to be a writer since I was a kid, and used to spend an inordinate amount of time lost in my own worlds in high school. Adulthood proved distracting. Only just now getting back into it with any degree of regularity with the goal of actually finishing something novel-esque.

I was once described as having a maniacal lack of discretion. This is 100% true. I have no shame or self-consciousness about my body, lifestyle, or sexuality, and am pretty much completely out of any and all closets that could possibly apply to me.

I've been computer literate/had my own computer from a very young age. While this is increasingly unremarkable in this day and age, consider #1, and what was around for personal computing in the mid-eighties.

I have an ongoing list of Interesting and Weird Medical Factoids. Weird blood disorder? Check. Immune system that likes to snack on my intestines when bored? Check. Genetic predisposition towards cone-shaped corneas? Check. Multiple times having chicken pox? Check, and 4. Mystical ability to get through high school without a single pimple? Check. Doctors fucking love me, man.

I used to eat books before I learned to read them. My ancient set of World Books back at my parents' have toddler bite marks out of a few pages.

I hate shopping for myself, it is onerous and excruciating. Shopping for/with someone else? SIGN ME UP.

I live in an apartment complex which has an overabundance of a) nerds b) cats c) reasonably close personal friends. I rather love this.

If I had to, I could live quite happily on food obtained from NYC street carts for the remainder of my life. Sabrett and Nathans hot dogs, halal kebobs, gyros, pitas, shaved ices, roasted chick peas... damn it, now I'm homesick AND hungry.