Zombie
General Information

Main blog:Less Than Useless
Gender:Female
Occupation:Administrative / Secretarial
Education:Some college, Associates degree, School of life
Religion:Not religious
Service Attendance:Never
Race/lineage:White / Caucasian
Location:United States, Nevada, Las Vegas


Contact Information

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Appearance

Body Size:Average
Height:5' 6" (168 cm)
Eyes:Warm Brown
Vision:No assisted eyewear
Hair Color:Plum Brown
Hair Style:Wavy - Medium
Skin Tone:Light
Best Feature:Legs
Clothing Pref.:Practical
Tattoo Info:I got 'em and no you can't see 'em. Perverts.
Piercing Info:Just in my ears, but there are a more than two holes.


Personal Information

Relationship Status:Single - Never Married
Family Info:I like weiner. Wait.... I have a dachshund.
Sexual Preference:Often
Astrological Sign:Libra (Sept 23 - Oct 23)
Existing as:Human
Smoking:Quit
Liquor:Social drinker. One or two
Exercise:Regularly
Your Home:Live with roommate(s)
Biography/About:I was born. I'm still breathing. Therefore, I am not the living dead as my name would suggest. Well, OK. Maybe on Mondays.
Likes:Half-naked men (naked men disappoint me), music, books, learning, the beach
Dislikes:Naked men (really? That's all ya got?), Mondays, people with a grammar problem, men who touch my goodies without being good looking
Interests:books, music, History (Middle Ages and Russian), half-naked, ridiculously smart men


Personal Favorites



Four Most Recent Entries

Well now...
Not dead. Not homeless. Gainfully employed. More coming soon.
 
More interviews
So, this week I had four interviews scheduled. Yay, right? Not really. My interview Tuesday was with a state agency. I believe that one went exceptionally well. The individual I would be working for and I got along quite well. I should know something about that early next week. Here's hoping, kids. Wednesday was a cluster fuck of epic proportions. I received a call from a temp agency on Tuesday. Just as I was about to go into the other interview, as a matter of fact. I called the woman back repeatedly. She finally got back to me after 5p. Seriously?! Whatever. I talked to her for quite...
 
Right
Somehow I lost my taste for writing. If I had to guess it would have something to do with everything that isn't going on in my life. Or maybe with the few shitastic things that are going on. Who knows. My mental issues have been raging lately. There was a time when I was completely ashamed of these things. It was a stigma I wasn't willing to deal with. Fuck that shit. I'm crazy and it makes me who I am. It isn't like I am schizophrenic, that's my aunt. I just have general anxiety and depression. Usually I can handle one or the other, but when they both decide to come out and play it fucks my...
 
It occurs to me...
This blog has been here a long time. I've been doing this shit for ten plus years. My whimsical sarcastic musings have been available to the world. I could possibly be profiled as somewhat psychotic. I know I could be profiled as mental. Why? Because, well, I am. For a long period of time this place sucked. I just didn't give a fuck. My soul was slowly being sucked out and I was allowing it to happen. It wasn't fun. I knew it was happening and I allowed it. Yep, I sucked as a human being. I was miserable. Luckily I hid it well. Then one day the dam broke. There were cracks for a while, but...
 






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