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I used to work as an animator and director for The Simpsons, but now I don't. I used to weigh 250 pounds, but now I don't. I am allergic to everything with fur, and five and a half things that aren't. I suffer from an eating disorder, anorexia. Every day produces different feelings about this. I wish things were not this way, but they are. I spent over two months inpatient at the end of 2008 going into 2009, and I hope that I have the tools to get rid of the ghosts and demons that cling to me and feed my disorder. I am afraid of food. There are only two or three people in this world that I feel safe eating in front of. I love haiku written about entirely inappropriate things, like prison sex. I love sock monkeys. I love the entire concept of them. Even the mention of them in conversation will cause me to giggle like a perfect idiot. I just dropped the book I am reading in the toilet. I fished it out, and I am still reading it even though it is miserable and soggy. I have serious issues with trusting people, and I hide this fact with a smile as big as the skies of Montana. I have crazy, black and white nightmares, and laugh in my sleep. I snort when I laugh, because I am only pretending to be cool. I have to fight the urge every time I crack open a new book to not skip to the end and read the last three pages first. This is something that is very hard not to do, so I have just decided that it is a part of me. I have a terrible habit of walking into anyone's house, once invited, and turning the temperature control on the fridge one degree colder than it normally would be. If anyone could figure out why I do this, I would love to buy you a coffee. I don't text. Ever. It's almost as bad as being forced to talk on the phone. I am an "in person" kind of creature. If given a pack of sweet tarts, I will eat them in this order: Pink, purple, blue, and then I will throw the orange, yellow and green ones away. I am a horrible procrastinator. Most of the time, I would rather do things over and over again in my head instead of actually doing them. It may look like laziness on the outside, but in reality it is just the paralysing effects of a mind that is going four hundred miles an hour in a twenty-five mile per hour school zone. My physical form could never catch up with the psycho circus carnival freakshow that is scratching and tapping on the inside of my cranium. If you are still reading this, I hope that this is not the part of the program where you get scared away and decide to drown yourself in reruns of "Walker, Texas Ranger." That would make me sad. So let me bring it back to more sunny topics. I love drop-seat footie pyjamas. If they have the rubber feets they make me even happier. If anyone could find and send me a pair, I will hug that glorious person for at least two and three quarter years straight, as long as they were quite alright with that. Well then, that is sorted. I am a very anxious person, my brain will not stop. But that doesn't meant hat things come out easily for me. I am also intensely private, and it takes a long time to get anything out of me, if you can at all. It's not meant to hurt, but I'd really rather hear about you...
I am quite obsessive compulsive, but I try not to let it show on the outside. I count things, numbers in my head, patterns and rhymes to try to quiet the white noise that accompanies mental unease. I count my bones with my fingers because this strange task is oddly reassuring to me. Movies never, ever made me cry until after I gave birth to my son. Christmas trees that are still left over on Christmas Eve make me very sad. Three shots of tequila and I am your friend, six shots and I will paint your portrait. In chocolate. On the walls. Well placed words will send me into an ecstatic trance. I will pull all of the marshmallows out of a box of Lucky Charms and leave none for you. (Sorry!) I love anything spicy. I love to sing. It is higher communication. I will listen when you speak, look into your eyes if you wish, and hold you if you so require. I will remember your birthday. And your blood type. And anything else that you want me to remember...or not necessarily remember. I need coffee more than I need blood in my veins. I like to sit very still in museums. It is better for absorption. Tell me a good story. I will follow you forever. These are the kind of people I want to meet.People who know that there are at least four hundred shades of green.
People who didn't say no to drugs.
ED. girls like me who need love and support.
Strange people with a lot to say.
People who don't think girls kissing girls is gross.
Grown-ups who still buy children's books for themselves.
Someone who would spend hours in a museum with me.
Artists, musicians, carnival freaks.
Boys who are not afraid to hold another boy's hand.
People who use big words, in the correct context.
Tattooed people, and people who love them.
Someone who doesn't mind if I just sit quietly by them and read a book.
People to be excessively loud with. And perfectly still with.
Those who lean toward the darker side of things.
People who are skewed in their humor.
Someone who will light my cigarette for me.
People who say "Bless you" when you sneeze.
People who create random poetry about Tuesday, even though it may be Saturday.
Those who don't care what others think.
People who think I'm funny...and funny looking.
People who love coffee and stimulating conversation.
People who can teach me something, 'cuz I ain't done learning, and there is a lot more to know in this big, big world.
People with an open mind to anything and everything.
Oh....and....Alton Brown!!!
Anything else you may want to know, just ask. I just may give you an answer, and it just may be true. Unless you want me to make it interesting...

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