She is charmingly askew. She is bad with money and has grand plans of living in castles in the south of France sometime soon. She is giddy in joy and agonized in sorrow, even in the discovery of a poster for a lost cat. She will leave her house and twenty minutes later turn back around to check that she locked her apartment's door. She is late though highly admires punctuality, she only has kale and diet coke in her fridge; she uses easy words in the wrong context and long words that are sometimes pronounced incorrectly. She is a loose canon, she'll spend hours painting just to rip it to shreds. No one can tell where she's going, but then again, neither can she. [this post is dedicated to Josh Selkovits].