just who do I think I am?

I am an uncomplicated person

with a tendency to complicate any given situation

far beyond recognition.

Confession: Sometimes I do this on purpose.  Not always.

Name: Erin

Age: Early 30’s or so.

Where and Whatnot: I live on a farm west of Boise, Idaho. I can see my parent’s house from my living room window. Incidentally, this is the same home in which I was raised and, I daresay, “grew up.” My current living situation involves 700 square feet and an entire army of cats. There is a frog living beneath the house that can be quite loud. I find her presence comforting and I can tell she likes the echo made by her croak. Yes, the frog is a she.

I am divorced and childless. Entirely by choice. Nothing to worry about here: I am young, hot, hip, and (mostly) happy.

What I Do All Day (aka The Dreadful – yet Expected – Occupation Section): Graduate Student and Authority on Any Job Considered Odd. If this isn’t the American Dream, I don’t know what is. And no, I do not know what I want “to be” when I grow up. Except maybe an acrobat. Or a pirate. A good pirate.

What I Would Like to Say I’m Reading: Textbooks. War and Peace. Atlas Shrugged. Just kidding – I’ve actually read Atlas Shrugged. My idea of hell is reading and re-reading Ayn Rand. For eternity.

What I’m Really Reading: My horoscope. Maybe yours too. Oh, and on Sundays? The personal ads.

In an Ideal World: I will re-integrate pleasure reading. Perhaps I’ll have something to talk about at all those parties I’m not attending or even invited to for that matter. My idea of fun is to read with the sole intent to crash parties in which I am uninvited and discuss fine lit with people I would probably rather not talk with and that probably would rather not talk with me. Maybe I’ll just stay at home and re-read the personals…

The Last CD I Purchased: I bought Madonna’s ‘Hard Candy’ album. What can I say? I love it, the lady rocks, and that body is inspiring.

*Update: I bought R.E.M.’s album ‘Accelerate.’ I’m in love with Michael Stipe. Love the album too.

I am a Proud Supporter of: Planned Parenthood, the ACLU, and N.O.W.

How Indie Am I? According to this assessment, I am 74% Indie. That’s a whole lot of Indie. What does this mean?

“Scoring highly suggests you are likely to be very liberal, independent minded, self identify as an outsider, shun materialism and popular culture, and have an aversion to organized religion. While high scorers are more intellectual than average, they are probably more artistically astute than intellectually avante guard (i.e. they are more likely to know of new interesting new bands/artists/writers than the best way to extract energy from a hydrogen atom.) Low scorers generally tend towards the opposite of the above. They will tend to be more materialistic, conservative, corporate friendly, social and are more likely to be religious.”

Find out how Indie you are or aren’t: Similar Minds.

What Does My Underwear Say About Me? Why Would I Want to Know? (Why Would Anyone Else?!)

I suddenly had a desire to know what my Wal-Mart underwear had to say about me. Hoping to prove my snobby text-book Libra friend Lacey wrong (“I can’t believe you’re buying/wearing/touching Wal-mart underwear. What if you get in an accident? OMG! You’re NEVER gonna get married/laid/looked at EVER!!!”), I had purchased several pairs just to spite her. At the time I took this quiz, I was wearing the only pair that was comfortable enough to wear – the others had left horrible welt-looking marks that would in fact, deter most anyone from coming near had anyone shown interest. I mistakenly believed the final pair had been punished well beyond the point of communication. Not the case. I am still mulling over the results:

What Your Underwear Says About You:

You have a lucky pair of underwear. And you wear it more than you should. You’re a closet exhibitionist who gets a thrill from being secretly naughty.

I’m okay with the naughty girl part. I kinda like it even. I am having some difficulty deciphering the meaning of The Oracle’s comment suggesting I wear my lucky underwear more than I should. Is this an attack on my personal hygiene?! Also, Wal-mart underwear isn’t lucky. (Unless you care to measure luck by the depth and width of welts inflicted by said undies. While there certainly are people who are into that sorta thing, not my cuppa tea.)

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My biggest fear is that I will look back on my life with regret, wishing that I had done/tried that which I was too afraid to do/try.

Anything else you want to know?

Don’t fear asking, fear my answer.

Contact Me: tiacheech (at) rosiedanger (dot) com