My name is Kaye. I am not very good at describing myself to others, but here are some facts about me:

  • As a three year-old I saved a classmate from falling down the stairs by grabbing onto the neckline of his t shirt. I only very vaguely remember this, but my dad occasionally brings it up in sentimental motivational letters and talks. My superhero powers have gone down exponentially since then.
  • In the fourth and fifth grades, I coauthored a series of books with two of my classmates, featuring writings from other people in my class. We passed around three Mead notebooks and didn’t set plots. We also never finished a single one of those books. They are currently hidden in my room, thirteen years later. If you find them, I’ll murder you.
  • Once, I broke up with someone partially over the argument of whether or not licking your lips or drinking water would more effectively treat chapped lips. I was right, of course – staying hydrated prevents the problem in the first place, while licking your lips only causes further dryness when your spit evaporates. But mostly we broke up because we were both sixteen and really, really dumb.
  • Until I was eighteen, I thought that the concept of bananas growing on trees was a just joke in  video games like Donkey Kong and Yoshi’s Story, the way that everything in Grey’s Anatomy isn’t really what hospitals are like. Really, really dumb.
  • My favorite books are, in no particular order: Le Petit Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera, A Circle is a Balloon and Compass Both by Ben Greenman, and Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami. Also, the entire Sandman series by Neil Gaiman and a host of talented graphic artists changed my life.
  • Not many people know this about me, but I have a patented diet plan. It’s called Body by Chipotle. It’s not very scientific, but I think the results speak for themselves.
  • One time I had a dream that I went on a double date with Adam Henrique and Stephen Gionta, and by that I mean I dreamt I was on a lake in a row boat with both of them serenading me with “Kiss the Girl”  from The Little Mermaid. In reality, I have one blurry photo of me and Adam Henrique that I placed gratuitous heart filters over and kept as my phone background for two months, and a photograph of  Stephen Gionta touching my back, during which I died a small, beautiful death.
  • I talk about the moon and stars a lot.
  • Written correspondence is my favorite thing. No joke. Nothing warms my heart or brings me the kind of joy that receiving a handwritten card or letter does. Not even gifs of Chris Evans’s butt.

I am bad at talking, and only a little better at sharing my thoughts in text. Every morning I while I drink my tea and eat my oatmeal and an orange, I like to think about what I’m thankful for, what I’ve done, and what I can do to change myself and my surroundings. Or sometimes just about some bullshit.

Each day is a new beginning.


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