pagne

I'm an artsy intellectual who hates artsy intellectuals. I think artists as a group are self-important, pretentious drama queens. I don't take anything seriously, especially myself. Most of my friends are artists and computer nerds. I'm a science nerd and a bit of a writer so I'm like the unhip mom who doesn't know what any of you are talking about and gets excited when I can figure out how to reset my iPod. I am stuck in the middle, uncool to the cool and the geeks. So the only way I could redeem myself is by having the coolest job EVER. I'm starting graduate school next year to become a forensic anthropologist. And don't say "Bones" or CSI unless you want to get me started on an indignant rant. In short, I put my hands on and in dead people. And it freaking RULES. My real passion is reading sci-fi classics in the bathtub. Anything else I do is really just a way of financing that. Also to cut down on costs, I make and sell my own bath products. But all the time I spend in the tub really helps with the rotting corpse odor from my day job. I'm kind of a dick. But I'm a funny motherfucker. Also, if my grandma and chihuahua were drowning and I could only save one of them, I'd pick the dog. I have no shame and it's very hard to embarrass me.