A middle child, no significant accomplishments or hardships. Eyebrows like a beagle until present. First kiss, late. First heartbreak, late. College, first attempt, thankfully inchoate as a writer, painter, actor, then expelled. Presumed too pragmatic for flowers, hearts, or clean sheets, struck by my own gooey center. College, second attempt, loved psychopharmacology and studied prairie dog cannibalism. Shocked by graduating summa cum laude. Recently decided that romance is a euphemism for bad decisions made cinematically.  Bullied by a parrot; loved by a republican; confused by how I got here. I never pay attention, but oh, the lovely things I’ve tasted.