I’m a single (never been married because I’m a loser magnet), white female. I was born in 1966 (you do the math), I’m horribly nearsighted (and it’s not because I’m “getting on” in years – I’ve always had craptacular vision), and work in corporate America where I damn the man on a daily basis. Unfortunately, I’m the man (or woman in this case), so it all boils down to a serious case of self-loathing.
I’m a procrastinator. If it can be put off, I’m puttin’ it off. For a long time, I’ve dreamed of becoming a successful (earning a paycheck from it) writer, but since I can’t seem to finish anything due to my habitual laziness, that dream will probably never come to fruition. But at least I’ll still have a dream, right? If all of our dreams were to come true, what would we have to look forward to? Yeah. I’m not buying that horseshit either.
I never want to grow up. I was a tree-climbing, mud-pie making, bandaid-wearing tomboy when I was a kid. The only thing that’s changed over the years is my clothes. They’re not muddy and torn anymore (when I’m at work, anyway). Oh, and I traded in the mud pies for fruit pies. They taste better.
Musicians and physicists fascinate me. I don’t know why. I’m also a whore for ’80’s music.
I have a B.S. in Biology with a minor in Chemistry. The worst job I ever had (but best paying, at that time in my life) was as a Quality Analysis Chemist. It was (literally) one giant headache.
I graduated in the top 5% of my high school class. College was another story, mainly because I discovered beer and frat parties and cheap and easy men.
My brain is nearly always ahead of my mouth. Hence, I don’t give a lot of speeches.
I’m a complete sci-fi/fantasy freak, and I think Klingons are sexy as hell. I was a comic book fan growing up, and would like to say, for the record, that I’d love to shag Wolverine rotten. Seriously. That would be so freakin’ hot.
I love thunderstorms and the smell of rain in the mountains. I love to cook. I love to write. I love bubble baths. I love picnics (sans the bugs). I love my cat. I’m attracted to shady characters, bad boys in particular. I love sex and consider it my best sport. I love chocolate and peanut butter. I think unsweetened tea is blasphemous.
I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE TYPE IN ALL CAPS oR lIkE tHiS. When it comes to writing or typing, do it right or stick to crayons.
I don’t like to talk politics, and I don’t watch the news on any sort of regular basis. I’m selfish and the news is usually too depressing. I don’t like ignorance, stupidity, or know-it-alls (but you still can’t make me watch the news).
When I’m reincarnated (and I will be), I hope I’ve lived a good enough life to come back as a house cat.
If I could pick any identity, real or not, I’d be a vampire (I’m a night owl) or a superhero.
I’m a smoker, currently trying to quit. However, when people tell me I need to quit, or try to bully me into it I smoke more, because I’m just that pig-headed.
I’m a geek. But I can still kick your ass. Speaking of asses, I have a birthmark on mine. And no, I won’t scan it. Ew.
I don’t like to argue. Unless I’m drunk and you’re stupid.
I used to play guitar. Badly.
I can name the twelve cranial nerves in order. It’s a side effect from my college biology days.
I believe in life on other planets. I wanted to be an astronaut when I was a wee lass, but my vision was (and still is) too bad. I’d settle for being able to visit a few of those planets, but I guess we have to find them first.
I’m Pagan, Wiccan to be specific. I was raised as a Christian, but unfortunately, all it ever brought to me was fear, guilt, doubt, depression, and self-loathing. After getting “take it on faith” as the answer to every question I asked, I took matters into my own hands and began studying other religions for the answers I sought. Wicca made the most sense to me, and once I had the courage to embrace the ideals that had been within me all along, all of the negativity I’d harbored (while pretending to be something I wasn’t) melted away, and I slowly began to feel a sense of peace, faith, and spirituality that had henceforth been missing from my life. So don’t try to convert me. I’ve already been converted.
My ideal man would be tall and toned, have dark hair, have a bit of a dark (shady) side, be well-written and well-read, have a wicked sense of humor, be handy in the yard and in the house, know when I need quiet and when I need words, know when I need alone time and when I need human contact, not be afraid to share even though I’m selfish, always have a bit of mystery surrounding him but not enough to arouse suspicion, and he would be a fucking stallion in the sack.
I’m horny now.
“What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us.”
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
“If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again. Then quit. There’s no use being a damn fool about it.”
“When nothing is sure, everything is possible.”
“I have no special talent. I am only passionately curious.”