I am: Elizabeth Howard, writer, broken guitar string, Lyle Lovett consumer, displaced Iowan, displaced Londoner, Disney Ducktorate holder, Freshman Torturer.
I like: Sound of Music singalong, the Oscars!, Halloween, direct statements, black licorice, the Muppet Show, spoon and fork.
I steal: style, never substance; slices, never the pie.
I never: make dinner, finish anything, stay put.
I have: vivid dreams, reluctant minivan, Betty cat, Canadian counterpart, 4 decades.
I dream: yellow Oprah chairs, pink Vespas, white goats nibbling green cheese hillsides.
I hate: negative people, one toke over the techno-line, too much frosting–not enough cake.
Would that I were: Eddie Izzard.
