A little about me: a guy named Gary married me. He is brave because I’m borderline insane. He is almost as grouchy as I am. Almost. He is one of the few people who rarely pisses me off. We have no kids because the state would probably take them away from us.
I like animals. Namely cats. Because they aren’t annoying like kids are. My dream is to open a sanctuary for FIV+ cats. Somewhere down south where it’s warm because New Hampshire is getting ridiculous. And cold. I work as a writer. Gary and I have three cats named Bruno, Lester, and Ernie.
I also like the following: cheese, sushi, cleaning, wine, money, my 2002 Rav 4, yelling/beeping the horn whenever I drive, gay people, Puerto Rico, London, doing laundry, grocery shopping, art museums, jewelry, and harassing credit card companies and/or anyone who comes my way.
I do not like: whiny babies, when the Red Sox play badly, smelly people, animal abusers, fruit flies, or enemas. I had to have enemas when I was very little and I remember not liking them.