gender: SG
age: 0 (Jan 22, 1902)
occupation: Advisor to the financial advisor to Edie Falco. I have a short list of demands; I don't require a swimming pool nor a fountain. Just cold, hard cash. Negative 14 degrees Celsius at the very most. And only coins. Because bills aren't very hard. Or cold.
sign: One was carved, the other in crayon.
into: Bowls. Anything can go into a bowl.
body mods: My powers have increased since we last met.
makes me sad: The guards' whistles at Kings Cross have the same resonant frequency as a shattering dream.
crush: The iguana mount.
heroes: Moths for being nocturnal creatures always searching for the light and then, upon finding it, flying straight into the flame. Slugs for being tiny piles of moosh that slide around with no protection at all. Both so tragic, so fragile, yet so very brave.
stats: She never raised her voice. That was the worst thing -- her silent fury. And then we discovered why -- why this girl who had fought with gods and demons -- why she had run away and hidden. She was being kind.
fantasy: I want new home every night. A new sky every day. 14 hour sunsets above the clouds. Traveling at the speed of the lunar eclipse outside my window. I want to be stripped of everything -- day after day -- so all that remains are the things no one can ever take from me.
makes me happy: Gloworms, windows rolled down with the music turned up, opening packages, escalators, cooking, grocery shopping (especially the produce section), lying in a hammock and watching a thunderstorm, splashing in puddles, trampolines, farms, getting into a freshly made bed, climbing, tea.
i lost my virginity: While waiting for Godot.
Mine:
1) 2 bras
2) hydrocortisone
3) fish oil capsules
4) Cards Against Humanity
5) an almost empty gallon of water
Bonus question...
What is your favorite thing to watch on Netflix Streaming or Hulu (not Hulu+)?
And, a picture...































