" All this happened, more or less."
-Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse Five
First and foremost, I am a word-swallower, which does not mean much of anything, unless you wish it to.
I might have eclectic taste, but I also might be mad, which leaves me horribly biased on such matters.
I am horrid at initiating conversation and I love the way my ankles look in men's dress shoes. I romanticize every word I speak, I am a feminist, and I am full of fickle passions.
I am foolishly infatuated with Fitzgerald and Salinger's dialogue (Who isn't, after reading them?)
I plan on being reborn as an ocelot.
and I use the words
more than I should
I read. (Reading is not really an 'also', so this has been irony by Anna.) "