Hi I'm Capslock

An(n)a was born in the Caribbean and spent her childhood a 15-minute drive away from the beach where she never bothered to learn how to swim. She once won a year's supply of Chick-Fil-A sandwiches on a local game show; she doesn't eat chicken. Much like a puppy around new friends, she doesn't know how to hide her enthusiasm. She lives in New York where she goes to school and moonlights as an astrologer (not really). Sometimes she reads fanfiction, research abstracts, the ingredients on sauce bottles, natal charts, Terms of Service and warranty labels, and The Onion. Sometimes she even reads books.

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Hi I'm Capslock

metanoiamuseum asked: Don't make me tell the story of the time I bought a hardcover copy of Eating Animals in an airport for 25 bucks. Don't make me!

Tell me.

Edit: She told me:

Well, like the tale of the labradoodle who wet her fur when she sniffed her owner, I was at the Virgin bookstore at the Boston Logan Airport and found Foer’s new book and impulsively spent all the money I had in my pocket on a vegetarian manifesto.

And the year was 2009. And everybody was kung-fu fighting.

• 9 January 2012