I was originally going to be named Sasha or something exotic like that. My mother found my current name in a romance novel. She tacked the "Lee" onto the end of it to make my dad feel included in the process, I guess.
Privett was a village in Hampshire, England until 1932 when it was incorporated into the village of Froxfield. It is first mentioned in 982 A.D. or somesuch.
My ancestors came from Hampshire to the United States in 1648 or thereabouts.
I could be a Daughter of the American Revolution. COULD be.
Until I was nineteen, I had never seen a firefly.
You know that book? Still Life With Woodpecker, by Tom Robbins? There's this part where he talks about the lead princess character (a redhead) and how she leaves the trappings of childhood behind, i.e., her teddy bear & her Beach Boys albums.
I still sleep with my teddy bear, and by now the universe has learned to not fuck with my Beach Boys albums.
I lived in Hawaii for awhile. It is why my otherwise staid upbringing occasionally shows flaws like a propensity for nudity and a tendency toward vegetarianism and exotic flowers.
I have been to Europe. It really does exist.
Spiritually speaking, I am not affiliated with a major party. I do have religion, but I'm a little ashamed to admit it.
My office has a guitar, my computer, my photographic equipment, my papercraft equipment, and my altar.
I once told my roommate that if he touched my altar, his penis would fall off. I was trying to get him to stop ashing his damned cigarettes in my censer.
It worked.
I felt a little bad about it afterward.
I am a painter, and a singer, and a photographer and a thinker and most definitely a reader, and sometimes for money I am a barista.
I have an established container garden. This makes me feel grown-up.
This is year eight of my webbing. I would not hesitate to call it a love-hate relationship.
I have ten cameras. Five are Polaroids of some kind. I might be tempted to call that a collection.
In my life, I have studied several languages, learned not to speak any of them. I have sung on television, puked in public once, flown across the Atlantic three or four times, the Pacific even more. I have done a few other things that merit mentioning, but as I've likely mentioned them here before, I'll concentrate on moving forward.
I am a redhead. I still don't know how it happened.
The older I get, the greener my eyes become. Eventually, someday, they will be a bonafide olive colour.
I have never had wisdom teeth.
I have two younger siblings.
All of our names start with the same letter.
My ancestry is very mixed, but if I take attributes from all of the nations that combined to make my blood then I should be a hot-tempered brunette with no alchohol tolerance whatsoever.
Except for the brunette part, that is largely true.
It has been exactly four years since the last time I embarassingly lost my temper. I am due for another one sometime in the next two years.
I live in the Midwest, by choice. Apart from the dearth of coastline, it is so far proving to be a successful experiment.
Have to do something about that coastline.
I am going to be a publisher, and a published author. An illustrator and a photographer and a multimedia artist. I really already am all of those things, but I'm still working to acheive a certain proficiency.
I think that about sums it up. Your turn.
