Anya. Secretly married to several dead Canadian rock stars. Cass Elliot's hair psychic, permanently convinced that it is 1967. Can tell year based on Joan Crawford's eyebrows. I'm probably funnier than Jerry Lewis.
Name: Anya
I don’t know what I am doing here.
Sondheim is the gospel. I pine for the days of old hollywood, because everyone I love is black and white, and music that had real singers instead of robots. I am an aspiring actress/singer/writer, and a runner of a home for wayward Mamas and Papas fans. Fangirl and friend. Jed Bartlet is my president. I still don’t really understand the LOST finale. Get me a TARDIS and take me to Downton Abbey. People’s faces ruin my life a lot. There will be a lot of fabulous stuff here, and very little sense made.
Testimonials:
Anya is my name and sass is my game. A native to Santa Fe (but not the kind that makes fry bread, yadig?), I enjoy worshipping Cass from the mamas and the papas. I boycott ham and it’s not because I’m a Jew. I am told I have the voice of a soulful angel and I like to hold guitars. Sambusas, anyone? - Alex (nottheplatypus)
You have permission to invade my askbox and be my best friend
Go!
