I live in Washington, DC. My decision to move here may or may not have been shaped by a West Wing exchange between CJ and Josh about how funny the neighborhood “Foggy Bottom” sounds when one’s mouth is numbed with Novocaine following a root canal. (Word to the wise: don’t pick a college based on criteria like this one.)
By day, I work in policy at a DC consulting firm. By night, I masquerade as six-year-old Suri Cruise and tweet about erudite stuff like Gossip Girl. I am eternally frustrated by Katherine Heigl’s continued fame and the underscore in my Twitter handle.
I have a dog named Freckles; despite how it may sound, when we watch Lost, we both prefer Jack to Sawyer.