ab initio

These are my sins, but where to begin...

I'm 24 and partially educated. Moderately well-read. Marginally 'above average' intellectually. But mostly utterly ordinary.

My preferred name is Meg, though I'm the only one on board with this notion. 

I exist in a state of perpetual consciousness. Even in sleep I'm constantly thinking. 

I don't dance at weddings.

I sometimes wear pearls with t-shirts. 

I don't discriminate when it comes to wine. Wine snobs are the worst.

I read all the fiction Pulitzers. Tinkers is my favorite.

Every time I watch Hoarders I think I'm one tragic, life-altering event away from becoming one myself.

I'm convinced I might drop dead at any moment, and probably will. At any moment.

The most stressful decision I could be forced to make in life is which Harry Potter book is the best.

I have zero interest in learning how to cook.

I create words on occasion to suit my descriptive requirements.

At the risk of sounding all encompassingly hokey I tell myself that a bad day is just a good day dicking around.  

Life is perspective and time. Five minutes spent losing yourself in a good song is forever.

My sister's name is Kate. She is class and sophistication. I am edgy and rough. She is Suri, I'm Shiloh.