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Wow, there's too much to tell but I'm very passionate about helping or defending the less fortunate or those who can't fight back and I can become extremely angry when I feel that someone is being bullied or if I feel I'm being bullied by another. That cause me to "release the hounds"! However, I can be very peaceful and relaxed and I don't like it when someone may disrupt my tranquility pool. I enjoy a good laugh, I'm always around to support my friends and family, I like to think I'm a good listener when someone needs to talk. Hmm...for now, that's me in a nutshell until I can think of other things to say...

Anthropology, art, music, poetry, a good beer or cocktail, good food, good times with good people, love reading especially the Hobbit, LOTR, and Harry Potter, a bona fide movie junkie, riding motorcycles, spending time with my husband, snuggling in when it's cold, snuggling in when it's raining, going to museums, I love all kinds of things that some would consider "odd" or "boring". I truly love the arts and I can't imagine a world without the beauty of Da Vinci, Michelangelo, Boticelli, Van Gogh, Renoir, etc. Music holds an equally important place in my heart and I love so many genres that people look at me as if I'm nuts because the genres are all so different. It really just depends on my mood; on one day I may listen to Lisa Gerrard and the next I may want Erykah Badu. Sometimes I'll mellow out to trip hop and other times I'm listening to Alice in Chains or if I'm feeling a bit melancholic, the Cure seems to fit in nicely. I also loved going to LSU football games although crowds tend to exhaust me after a while. Finally, my dream is to move to Hawaii, live in a hut by the beach, stare off into the sunset with my husband as listen to the music of the waves.
Biography
I'll start with the basics first: born and raised in NYC, joined the Navy after high school, met my husband who is from Louisiana and an INFJ too, lived in Baton Rouge, graduated from LSU with a BA in Anthropology, currently living in Austin, TX.
In descending order, which 6 things could you never do without?
My husband, my family, my friends, my pets, my sense of humor and peanut butter. Life wouldn't be the same without any of them :)
What would be your epitaph?
I actually wrote this a couple of years ago while working in another office that was really boring and it drove me nuts. Fortunately, my current office if filled with more interesting people so I'm ok for the moment.

b. 5/3/75 d. 5/3/07
She's walking to New Orleans now....

A loving wife, sister to three brothers, charming daughter, a kind, caring friend, has dearly departed to take a long dirt nap today while sitting at her desk at the office, having succumbed to a one year struggle which doctors have termed as a life threatening case of "taedium gravis", or "severe boredom", possibly caused by what psychologists refer to as "TDS" or "The Drizzling Shits", in reference to the distress level a person may experience while in a certain place, their interactions with certain people or a particular situation that may trigger high levels of physical and/or mental discomfort. Mrs. Hawkins or "the Old Battle-Axe" as she was lovingly referred to, was 32.

A native of the Bronx, NY, Angie moved to Pennsylvania as a teenager, and would forever refer to her transplanted home as "that stinking hellhole" everytime someone asked where she came from or if her high school was mentioned. As a result, Angie was forced to flee, joined a band of rogue pirates in the Caribbean, and was rumored to have stolen a great deal of booty, in addition to grabbing it on occasion. While sailing in the South China Seas, Angie would come across Capt. Tim Hawkins or "Hawkeye", as his men called him, and would later marry on a small island in the Bikini Atolls, surrounded by friends, pirates and several nuclear physicists who had remained on the island since WWII. After the whirlwind wedding, the couple honeymooned in the French Polynesian island of Tahiti, where they were served pineapples, pork and poi for breakfast on a banana leaf while a luau was held every night in their honor for a week. More booty was grabbed while others weren't looking during said festivities.

After giving up "a pirates life for me", the couple headed back to Tim's native home of Louisiana, where they would attend LSU, major in Anthropology, and where they went on several archaeological digs, one of which brought them back into contact with their beloved pirates and they returned to LSU with several cases of rum, two quarts of tequila, 67 doubloons, a box of Cuban cigars and a jar of fermented, pickled octopus testicles in their own juices, of which the latter were said to cure everything from athletes foot to rheumatoid arthritis and would give the complexion a "fine, healthy glow" if drank in one part fermented testicles to two parts rum. After completing what seemed like an eternity of classes, Angie graduated from LSU in 2002, ready to face the world, healthy complexion, balls and all.

After graduation, the couple moved around several times, only to return to Louisiana but finally settled in Austin, TX where Angie and Tim both found work with the state. Everything seemed to be going fine, until Angie started to complain of headaches, blurred vision, lethargy, malaise, depression, mood swings, strong desires for chocolate and peanut butter, but most alarmingly, an unusual rash shaped like Papa Smurf. The doctor's prescribed several medications, all of which seemed to have no effect upon this sudden and bizarre malady. Last week, a co-worker noted that Angie would often "stare into her computer as if in a trance while drool oozed from the side of her partially opened mouth, it was kinda gross" the co-worker added while picking his nose. Meanwhile another co-worker reported hearing strange mutterings of "....son's of bitches, I'm gonna go crazy, this place is a fucking tomb" and still another reported seeing Angie wearing black more often than usual. "That's a bit strange to me, " commented the co-worker who spoke on condition of anonymity. "To wear black like that in this heat, why, there has to be something wrong. I myself wear pastels or white to keep cool, but I figured she may have been cold from sitting all day at her desk. Who knew she had a case of severe boredom, wow, you just never know these days".

Angie Hawkins or "Poopy" is survived by her husband, Tim, their two cats Simba and Isis, and their dog, Zen. A memorial service, followed by a rousing jazz funeral, will be held at Pat O'Briens in the historic French Quarter in New Orleans, where the couple shared their love, laughter and hazy memories of singing with the piano player during his rendition of "Blueberry Hill". All are welcome, dress is casual, if anything at all and guests are encouraged to tip the bar tenders during the wake and to wear their tennies if they plan on second-lining down the Quarter.
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I'm a public health tech and I truly enjoy what I

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