hey, i’m bird.

(bridget if you’re boring) and i don’t know what’s going on.

reading: the women who run with wolves - clarissa pinkola estés

listening: good thoughts, bad thoughts - funkadelic

hating: self-service kiosks

the nickname comes from a friend who thought bridget sounds like bird shit, and just like writing—the shortened and edited version sounds better.

i believe in the power of delicious words in small groups rather than too many syllables at the dinner table. sentences are delicate and adverbs are like garlic powder that comes out too fast. i’m also always hungry.

i am equally bellow average at playing guitar, surfing, and snowboarding. at least no one can say i never tried.

i feel very passionate about post-punk rock music, creative writing, kurt vonnegut, nature conservation, and the power of a ball point pen. i’m a breathing vessel of fish facts. please ask me about parrotfish…i’m begging.