關於我:
If you're going to spy on me properly, you may as well start at
MY WEBSITE - MollyBrenner.com:
About my MySpacing = there's only so much time in the day for internet socializing!!! Sometimes I log in just to accept friend requests and comments that aren't blatant adverts or glittery nonsense. If by some miracle I send you an add request, you caught my eye as someone I approve of as e-pal-worthy -- maybe someday we will cross paths, like when I lay silently under your car, waiting for you to get off work?

Kidding!!
My inbox is CLOSED to non-friends until I can make a dent in the mass of messages haunting my sleep nightly... Hahaha... If you know me in "real life" please just call me!! If you want to know me, add me and send me a message!
Life is GOOD and SO unbelievably BUSY for me!!! I'm sort of a jackass of all trades, but 8,007 hobbies aside, I've been paying the bills with my decades-old career as a union actress and working model (AKA: a professional puppet).

I also volunteer for the amazing people at the LAPD Rampart Station -- perhaps coming from a need to do something that actually matters to the universe or belonging to a group of people I really, really admire.

I'm into costume construction (not polyester police bikinis and silkscreened plastic capes -- more like Erte meets Satan)

Lastly, when I'm not burning the candle at both ends with a blowtorch, I somehow became know as the "spider lady" or some such moniker for my decade or so as a "spidermom" to thousands of black widow spiders, tarantulas, and other miscellaneous 8 legged excitement I've had to rescue out of friends garages... Hahaha... From that experience, Widow Wear was born -- my jewelry line of wearable Latro..us mactans specimens - formerly my pampered pets!!

I'm bright, funny, loyal, passionate, hopeful, generous, old-fashioned, silly, vulnerable, trustworthy, charming, glamorous, and have both feet planted firmly in reality. I hate cats (they are why God invented firecrackers) and the smell of vinegar, but the rest of the world generally makes me very, very happy.
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我想認識:
I'm not looking, but I am available to be found (inquire within).
I love running into my ancient friends from "back in the day" and meeting some new, quality people (especially girls) for fun and friendship only. If you want a play date, you may want to consider something like going to the shooting range, rollerskating, going running, or my ultimate weakness, bean burritos.
I'll accept requests from anyone who isn't an obvious loser or shitbag, join any group I'm invited to that isn't completely foul, and accept any comment that isn't glitter graphics, twelve feet wide, or a blatant ploy for free advertising about something I don't give a crap about. After all, it's just MySpace, but I do have my limits:
THOSE WITHOUT PROFILE PICTURES NEED NOT APPLY. I mean, SERIOUSLY... you have to at least put in the minimum amount of effort before you want to befriend me -- a picture of your foot, an animated cartoon turd, SOMETHING?!
KIDS NEED NOT APPLY. Just because I lead a pretty PG13 life, doesn't mean I want to be around a bunch of 13 year olds. Even if your profile only SAYS you're under 18, that means it's marked "Private" and I can't see any of it before I can make the decision to accept or deny you. And if you really are under 18, I don't think kiddies should be on an unsupervised playground of any type, so my "Deny" is a statement that sometimes doing the right thing starts with me.
WHORES, SLEAZEBALLS, AND FETISH PERVS NEED NOT APPLY. So far, I've been pretty successful in avoiding the blatantly desperate and horny cesspool of the e-world. I WILL NOT add, write back, or attach my profile to any of the plethora of ass-shot avatars or MySpace losers that just want me for their harem of bikini-clad, slack-jawed, and attention-starved "women" or "models" (I use both terms loosely) you collect with names like "SpreadEmWide," "Pink Taco," or "Satan's SeXXXtoy" (OR any of the af-whore-mentioned females). I am a normal, old fashioned girl with no current words to explain how embarrassed and disappointed I am for how gross and misguided this world has become. I assure you, my sexuality is completely off the public market -- I am NOT a fetish model, nor do I ever want to be, but if you truly feel like you are going to be the one to discover me, please
CLICK ON THIS HANDY SUICIDE TUTORIAL AND FOLLOW ALL INSTRUCTIONS.
Now I'll get off my mile-high soapbox and hopefully one of my friends will rescue me with one of their stories that start with, "Molly is SOOO funny. This one time, she...."