a wee bit about me
I’m 28.
I have 2 tattoos and want at least 10 more.
I love music (I’m a bit of a music snob actually).
I love animals (I have a dog, 2 rats, 3 cockatiels and a rescued maniac budgie)
I write.
I sing.
I’m a hypochondraic with bipolar tendencies and a ‘depression’ diagnosis.
I hate cliches.
I have bleached blonde hair which I rarely brush.
I love watching good television when I’m happy and bad television when I’m not.
I hate films which aren’t gloriously escapist.
I couldn’t live without my socks, my cigarettes and my coca cola.
I think everything looks better in leapord print.
I design reconstructed clothing, but can’t work my sewing machine.
I’m a cynical optimist.
I am a submissive (in the murky world of bdsm…but more about that later…)
I read the Guardian (but not enough)
I feed on graphic novels and Bright Eyes (the band, not the film).
I work in a ridiculously crap job.
I wish I had the energy to do all the things I want to do, but this little generation x-er is too whacked out on caffeine and too bittersweet about the over-talented offspring our world has spawned. Douglas Coupland, Allen Ginsberg and Hunter S Thomson wrote everything I wanted to say, so why the fuck should I bother?
January 2, 2008 at 4:16 am
You should bother because you are none of them. Your post going over your beginnings is a good example of someone who has her own story to tell. I think about how similar our DNA strings are and, yet, they continually get recombined to create unique sequences. Then these unique sequences are tempered, burned, frozen and battered about to create other sets of unique experiences/personalities.
God bless ya, girl, you’re your own little genius of observation and analysis and you don’t even know it. Please don’t indicate that you shouldn’t bother. We need you.