Will the real Dr. Ding please stand up?
Dr. Ding is the fictional name of a real-life shrink who, for reasons related to a near-total distaste for the trappings of what passes for the tropes of modern clinical psychology, prefers to remain semi-anonymous.
Dr. Ding would like you to know that mostly she’s just running her mouth off here for her own utterly selfish purpose of trying to improve the overall entertainment level of humankind. Well, that and taking over the world.
The following descriptors could be said to apply to the good doctor:
extremely sassy
very, very late 30s
Aquarian with Gemini moon
too chickenly indecsisive to get a tattoo until she turns 40
(more afraid of committment than the pain itself you see)
big fan of plotting global domination using giant maps, red pushpins
obssessed with martial arts movies
former rugby prop forward
fascinated with glitter, ostritch plumes, feather boas, rhinestones
foul-mouthed
irreverent
interested in geekery
entertained angels unawares
drag queen aficionado
currently Houston-based
devoted to 80s music
more lately into gypsy jazz and morna esp. Césaria Évora
incorrigible Etsy.com addict and huge fan of Surlyramics and ArtAllNight
diet Dr. Pepper, Tab, and diet 7-Up guzzler
major soft spot for primates and dolphins
dinner of choice: filet mignon, Grey Goose vodka martini
cheeky
unfortunately highly addicted to CSI: Miami
mystery buff
fan of Dashiell Hammett and Raymond Chandler
devotee of the classic “cozy” mystery replete with little old lady heroine, tea, and knitting
crossword puzzle fanatic
former Goth/Punk juvenile delinquent nerdette
fucking adorable
