[don't add me. i probably don't/won't like you and i scarcely use this thing anyways.]
christiana|loser queen
The infamous madwoman; too short to reach the cookies on the top shelf. Prone to dressing up as Star Wars characters. Has an incredible appetite. Classical music enthusiast. Would-be fashionista. Tends to hang around novelists, drifters, and the unemployed. Writes poetry on paper towels and music in the margins of her books. Takes copious notes on Mozart, literary devices, and other useless exercises in mental astuteness. Has an IQ higher than yours. Isn't interested in rekindling friendships with people from high school or college, former acquaintances turned drug-addicts, or hopeless scene kids. (Likes industrial goths a lot; at least the ones here, who are somewhat less scary than the American ones.) Dances to Beck in the living room and blasts tango [tango nuevo, but there's no need to be technical] to round out her trip. Has become accustomed to sharing her space with dudes, houseguests, and drug addicts. Hopelessly amateur Snake practitioner (it's a martial art, for the under-read). Giggles a lot if caught in the right mood and sometimes enjoys doing favors for people. Shivers a lot. Monologues to hide her own nervous. Has no reverence, deference, or common sense. Can mimick various Latin American accents for diversion. Plays with her hair a lot, drinks a ridiculous amount of coffee, and enjoys throwing things at people just to see how they'll react. Loves, loves, loves her Emilio and her music and her late-night walks and her Marlboros and her cat and Adobe Photoshop and all her jewelry and artificial silk flowers. Just a great composer and not a violent man. (Place that and get major brownie points.)
hit me up.
- l'histoire/ma vie et d'autres choses
- msn/superfantastische@gmail
- aim/projekt achtung
- last.fm/audacieuse
- skype/panzerfausts
- yahoo!/horatiio (i play chess, so yeah)
(ou bon, myspace, évidemment)
