she is a lesbian, radical feminist, cat lover, bibliophile, non-smoker, unitarian universalist (though she doesn't go to fellowship on a regular basis) and in the process of becoming athletic again. she dreams of being jeanne d' arc and swooping in and saving those that need saved (though she'd rather not be burned at the stake). she is a loyal friend who will do anything she can for those she loves, but she can flakey sometimes when her depression flares up. she is a loner. a southerner self-transplanted to the pacific northwest in 1998 and now believes that it doesn't rain enough here. she's known for her honesty, she can't help it, its the only way to be. she is 4'8" tall, and round. she has natural blonde hair and she also has blue eyes. she is very intense. she hates small and large crowds, she prefers the one on one or the one on a few. she has no idea what she wants to do with her life, though she would like to see more of the world than what she has seen so far (a good part of the continental united states) and she very much wants to be a mother. finally, she has huge crushes on alix olson and carolyn gage (these are from a far).

but. in my cleaning up i found an envelope with my grandmother's handwriting on it. i pulled out the card and it was the card she sent me for my birthday last year.

once my clothes dry i'm going to go out and get a rose to put in a little beat up vase that i got from my grandmother. i'll be taking that to my birthday celebration tonight, along with the card.

i've changed my mind about the funeral. i'm going to try to get there, but if i can't get there i'm going to head to south carolina anyways. there's a lot to do in the house and since i'm the only family member without any school or work obligations helping to deal with their home is the least i can do.

thank you to all of you who have sent kind notes. it means the world too me. really and truly.