"yeah yeah, 'ooh, ahh', that's how it always starts, then there's running, and screaming."
the unloveable miss meeks
a fearsome joy
i'm a filthy smoker, i only smoke cloves, so that makes me a filthy, pretentious smoker. i drink rum, and gin, and newcastle, and sneaky girly drinks that have whiskey in them. i'm across the board with my taste in music. deep down, i'm a hopeless romantic. i'm about as easy to hang onto as a handful of sand. i write stories that i'll never let anyone read. my dreams would scare you. i'm fascinated by bones and x-rays. i love black and white film. i like morbid things, but i'm a sucker for a happy ending. i'm awkward around strangers, and people that i find attractive. i cook, and i cook well. i have trust issues, the odds are good that i won't/don't trust you. i'm something of a food snob, but i'll eat some trash if the mood strikes me. i'm an internet junkie. i don't do drugs. i make really good bread pudding, my spaghetti is to die for, my buffalo wings taste like they were made by jesus. i've worn many hats, i've been a journalist, a DJ, a comedian, an actress, and a model, but i am a professional at nothing. i become easily smitten by those that intrigue me. i hate bananas because i don't like the way they feel in my mouth, i don't care what kind of conclusion you draw from that. it's hard for me to shake crushes. i can be passionate when someone gets me to open up, a feat you will not accomplish... since i don't trust you. i detest conservatives. i can tolerate and sometimes enjoy pain, but i hate needles. i wear green eyeshadow. my hair is always a mess, and i like it that way. i'm teaching myself to play the bass. i have a violin i that i make terrible, terrible noises with. i want to be in a snooty indie hipster band, and wear ties and my chucks onstage. i scare and/or run people off, that is, if i don't turn on my heel and split first. i dislike wearing short skirts. i'm a gogo dancer. i bite. hard. i'm a living dead girl. i have no patience for stupidity, even if i'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer. i don't always say what i mean. i get dressed up in bloody clothes and stomp around on a box for fun. there's more to me than you realize. i'm a glutton for abuse and pampering. i'll randomly stop eating meat and be a vegeatrian for a few months at least once a year. i'm the girl that'll drink too much, then hug/kiss everyone in the room. i think there is nothing more ridiculous than a grown man wearing overalls, or naked from the waist down wearing a t-shirt. i love mummies. i want to trade in my heart for a computer chip. i go to a little party in the desert, maybe you've heard of it. i'm fascinated by religion and physics, and want to study them seriously. i'm a film student. the condition of my room is always indicative of the condition of my mind. one day i'm going to just fuck off and join a hippie artist commune and never be seen again.
i'm doing things differently.
not only am i barrels of fun here in LJ land, but i can be found out there in the real world.