|Birthday:||September 30th |
|Occupation:||Retail / Food services|
|Education:||High school, Associates degree|
|Race/lineage:||White / Caucasian|
|Location:||United States, California, Los Angeles|
|Height:||5' 5" (165 cm)|
|Hair Style:||Ever Changing|
|Relationship Status:||Single - Involved|
|Family Info:||Live with parents (Both 40), younger sister (13), and an often-vexatious computer.|
|Sexual Preference:||Straight but curious|
|Astrological Sign:||Libra (Sept 23 - Oct 23)|
|Liquor:||Social drinker. One or two|
|Your Home:||Live with parents|
|Biography/About:||Depending on your views, I'm either the perfect daughter or the worst.|
|Likes:||Showtunes; Broadway; Mints; Jell-o; Myself; A few other people; JULIA MURNEY; Books, some more than others; Psychology; Intimidating people.|
|Dislikes:||Lemonade; Feminism; Bad poetry written by "depressed" and "suicidal" goths; The Fountain-- seriously, you guys, WTF?|
|People/Heroes:||Oscar Wilde, Sigmund Freud|
|Books:||"The Picture of Dorian Gray" by Oscar Wilde, "Much Ado About Nothing" by William Shakespeare. I know it's a play, and not a book.|
|Music Genres:||Showtunes, Musicals, Everything|
|Bands/Artists:||Camille, Vanessa Paradis, Julia Murney, Of Montreal, Fountains of Wayne, Veruca Salt, Jason Robert Brown|
|Albums/CDs:||Welcome Interstate Managers, Circus, The Gay Parade, Songs for a New World, Le sac des filles|
|TV Shows:||South Park, Futurama|
|Movies:||Cruel Intentions, Lolita, The Reader|
|Actors:||Bebe Neuwirth, Alan Rickman, David Hyde-Pierce|
|Pets/Animals:||Penguins (of the radioactive variety), Cats, betta fish|
|Food:||Orange tofu, eggplant parmesan, peaches|
|Drink:||Diet Dr. Pepper, smoothies, Slim fast|
Why I should have been in Star Wars.|
Han Solo: "That's too big to be a space station!"
Me: "That's what she said."
Mack: Were you just smoking a cigar?
Mack: How fucking quaint.
Why I only make myself laugh.
"Have you ever met anyone with the last name Wiener?" my now thirteen-year-old sister Ceilidh asks.
"Yes," I say.
"That would suck," she decides.
I smirk. "It would suck a big fat Wiener."
The world can't possibly exist. I mean, really. Think about all the crazy, random stuff in this world: shoes? The Eiffel Tower? Toaster pastries? Dogs? Bolivia? Hiccups? Chinese People?! Seriously. Think about how many different things there are. There are too many. It's ridiculous.
So, basically, I've decided that I don't believe in the world anymore. It's too vast.
But I'm still stuck here, at least until the hard drive melts down or whatever. So I'm glad you guys are here, too. Where's the fun in goldfish or hummus or Loch Ness if you don't have people with whom to share it all?