All About Me...
(well, maybe not ALL about me)

"I want to fly across the world in a golden ball, many are the cities I never saw at all...sometimes I feel like I was always on call, sometimes even I am allowed to fall..."

Name: Angela.  Not my real name.  But how would you know? 

Age: 27.  But don't tell anybody.

Home: A major metropolitan area in the midwest.  That's all I can tell you without making you sign a release.  I live on the worst block of a cute little neighborhood in the best house that I bought in April, 1999.  I love my house.  Maybe someday I'll have enough web know-how to put pictures of my house on this page.  Don't hold your breath.

Sexual Orientation (not "preference", that's a haircolor): Tri-sexual.  I'll try just about anything.  No, I'm not a stripper.  Thanks for asking.

Who Lives in My House: Megan (not her real name, either), spouse/partner/whatever of 4 years; Noodle, golden retriever/border collie mix; George, small unpleasant dog (Cairn terrier mix rescued from the pound); Martha, beagle/weiner dog mix (found on side of the interstate); Hobbes (grossly overweight cat #1, lives in basement with); Greta (grossly overweight cat #2, lives in basement); Evita, Petula and Connie (parakeets that keep each other company and don't know I exist unless they're hungry).  Now you understand the significance of "nomorepets."

The Cess Pool:  My home town.  About 50 miles north of the major metropolitan area in which I live.  Also Megan's home town, although we grew up on opposite ends of it and didn't meet until years after I left. 

The Firm:  The law firm for which I currently work but will be soon leaving.  I don't have a glamorous job or anything, I'm a legal secretary (i.e., peasant).  We're a big corporate monstrosity who exist to make the rich richer and keep our rates high enough so that the poor can't afford us.  God bless America.

School:  I am currently a senior at the university in the major metropolitan area.  It's not JuCo, either (although there is nothing wrong with JuCo, don't get me wrong) even though I am in the "adult" program.  Which is synonymous with "program from the depths of hell," but I digress...

The Fam:  My family who still lives in the Cess Pool, although I keep trying to break them out.  My parents are still married and reaching that age where they once again are embarrassing.  My sister is 23 and lives in my grandma's old house which she bought with the moron-in-law-to-be (nice guy but I think she could do better).  The other sister is 19 and just moved in with a high school kid that we think has definite wife beater potential (we're working on getting rid of him).  My brother is 17 and was just elected student body president for the 2000-2001 school year.  You go, boy.  There's a whole host of hillbilly relatives that will pop up in this site from time to time...when their names appear in the Cess Pool paper...

The Friends: J & P are neighbors who also have dogs and we spend a lot of time doing domestic stuff, plus they're chiropractic students who do an excellent job on my back.  Weird Laurie is another neighbor, a big middle-aged dyke whose adventures in mental health keep us both entertained and awestruck (she has more psychotropic drugs in her kitchen than are listed in the PDR).  C is a friend who is almost as depressed as I am because he's a gay lawyer who hates his job and isn't comfortable pursuing romantic relationships.  F is Megan's and my sometimes friend--actually I hate him but he won't go away.  He is possibly one of the most self-centered, arrogant and irritating people I've ever met.  But Megan likes him because he's "low maintenance." 

Things I Like: Isn't this obligatory?  Okay, Stevie Nicks is my ultimate hero; Fleetwood Mac; Janis Joplin; Jimmy Buffett (don't laugh); the Ally McBeal Soundtrack (again, don't laugh, Vonda Shepard has a voice like butter); food; Emeril Live!; Home & Garden T.V.; Martha Stewart (although a very large part of me wants to take her hostage and slowly torture her for making me look and feel like such a failure); gardening; writing; animals (obviously); diary web pages (because I'm a hapless voyeur and some of them make me feel less insane); Armistead Maupin (look him up at your library); Wally Lamb (him, too); summer; the ocean; theatre; candy; Dennis Leary (BIG fuckin' Q); smoking (cigarettes, of course--I'm too old to smoke anything else); myself

Things I Hate: Idiots; my job; my ex-husband; fat-free food (who the hell came up with this concept, anyway?); exercise and people who like it (after all this time Meghan still thinks I might some day go to the gym with her.  as if); spiders (yeah, yeah, they kill other bugs, but they're creepy); winter; the midwest; homophobes; myself (oooooh, isn't that deep?)

Why I Feel Compelled to Put My Life on the Web: Because I've always enjoyed reading other people's diaries on the web.  Sometimes they make me laugh, sometimes they make me feel better about myself.  I thought it would be neat to do the same for someone else, perhaps.  Or maybe I just really want attention.  Whatever.

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