About me:
"Who will buy my sorry state?
All my hope is turning into hate.
Where did it go? The river's run dry.
We could love each other... or we could die..."
I am - how could I be any other way? - misunderstood. And I misunderstand. And above all, I am a moody, passionate bitch that'd make a tiger proud. The collateral damage is typically a bloody, gorey mess, but somehow my emotional landscape refuses to let itself be coaxed into change by my rational thoughts.
I'm also incapable of summarising my thoughts, but I'll try:
I have a major character flaw: I hate no one. Forgive me, I try hard, but fail at each attempt.
I am sorry for all I have done to you which you do not deserve.
I bear no grudges that are not given to me on purpose, like a twisted gift.
I speak only lies - my words aspire objectivity, moot in our subjective worlds.
My vice is love,
My virtue that I tell you how ugly you look in that dress.
My home is a trashcan, filled to the brim with discarded art and love letters, completely devoid of all common sense. I like it here. [29.07.2007]Status - my current long-term mood - changed roughly weekly (not archived) [29.07.2007]Homepage - my homepage link complete with commentary [21.04.2007]Blog stickies - important blog posts [20.12.2006]Instant Messaging - how you can reach me outside of myspace [08.12.2006]Note - clarification on "in a relationship" [05.12.2006]Who I'd like to meet - my friend policy [??.??.2006]Languages - want to know if I can talk to you in your mothertongue? [??.??.2006]True love, various flavours - the most important people in my life [top] Note:
It says "In a relationship". It should really read, "In relationships, but can be treated as single". I'm polyamorous and incredibly greedy. [top] Status: FYI: Thanks to myspace.com's new link 'policy' of routing everything through www.msplinks.com (rendering page anchors useless), the new captcha system that doesn't even trust an established account not to spam its own profile, and its habit of truncating long links in image tags, I no longer have any interest in maintaining my profile.
I humbly request that, if you can (if you have sufficient means to contact your friends outside of myspace), boycott myspace. Stupid programming has reigned too long and this is well past ridiculous. [top] Languages:
english: show-off levels
german: mothertongue (slowly being crippled with well-aimed blows)
Sprich, wenn du auch Deutsch sprichst, kannst du mich einfach in dieser Sprache anchatten, wenn dir das leichter fällt. Sei gewarnt - mir fällt es nicht leichter, ich bin etwas langsamer, wenn es darum geht, Deutsch zu schreiben, denn ich stolpere manchmal über einige Schreibweisen - ich übe schließlich nicht, während ich im Gegensatz dazu täglich in Englisch tippe.
AOL speak: can read and write but makes mistakes
sok if u want 2 talk 2 me ritin lik a retrd. i can do dat 2!!!1 but as u can c ive got deficits in dat i use 2 big wurds n use fairly propr punctuation n i also like 2 forgt aolizin sum wurds.. n im vry slw ritin sry!!!.. but sok!! i try u try we get along. ok?! ok.
Who I'd like to meet: Meet? On myspace? No one, really. But if you know me from elsewhere, you are more than welcome to friend me. If your myspace name is not that obvious, remember to send a message alongside your friend request to let me know who you are - otherwise I'll delete you, wrongly thinking you're someone I don't know!
BEWARE: No amount of fuzzy love for you will stop me from deleting you from my myspace friends list if you post chain letters as bulletins. It's the only way I can delete those bulletins, and I don't want them in my bulletin space. If I remove you because of this, you're still more than welcome to message me, be it via myspace or elsewhere - I'm removing the bulletins, not you. [Blame myspace for the stupid bulletin system.] [top] Blog stickies: Sticky:On bulletins - my policy regarding friends and bulletins Sticky:myspace.com - analysis of myspace's buggy software Sticky:A Child of Splintered Dusk - copy of a literary gem (relative to pinkgothic's usual work) Sticky:Hexenblut - copy of yet another so-called literary gem Sticky:TYPO3 - ooh, look, a classic rant [top] Homepage: Horribly outdated. In dire need of fixing, both in regards to a fugly layout and dusty (and occasionally simply too inaccurately documented as that it could be understood properly) content. This task ranks very, very high on my to do list.
Status: At snails pace, being updated. [top] Instant Messaging:
Y!Messenger: nightmare_architect
IRC: #dataclaw on irc.darkmyst.org, ask for Neike
ICQ: A very sporadic 67884637
AIM: pinkgothicc (I'm currently unable to receive messages on AIM and thus will not be frequenting my account. Feel free to add me, though.) [top] True love, various flavours:
fisonic. Status: Boyfriend - and yellow, furry thing. Me, to him: Teddybear of choice.
Sulley. Status: Blue, fluffy, looming, poisonous monster, inhabiting my most pleasant nightmares. Beware: infectuous. Me, to him: If I knew, I'd tell you.
His Najesty. Status: Untouchable god. Me, to him: Tolerated disciple - much like a cat that keeps destroying the furniture, but looks up at you with these completely innocent, loving eyes; one somehow manages not to step on it. (At least, as I prove here, I reliably destroy the furniturrr.)
Anoniemouse. Status: Girlfriend - an overseas mouse in a different, reliably unreliable timezone. Me, to her: The lady who occasionally gives generous spankings, if treated with enough reverence and respect.
omloflump. Status: Impostor. Me, to him: Fair maiden.
Beware the uncanny semblance
of photographic style.
Temporary public service announcement, brought to you courtesy of fisonic(TM): If you get the opportunity to go, don't forget to gloat at the poor German student.
Hi there! Since creating the soundtrack for Stranger's Wrath, I've gotten a generous response in regard to the music. It's really been an honor, so thank you for the kind post.
I meandered through your page and found myself on your pinkgothic.com site. I love where you're going with the new version.
Saw the pics of you as a murder victim on the old. It begs the question: how did they kill you and why?
Let's pretend some wily spirit willed me to log on, rather than a mere lack of activity, and say Merry December to you, wiry spirit. How do you recommend I live down this unpunctuality?
My IQ shall drop, this I am aware of. But something worse happened, when I joined this site. I collapsed and gave in to the peer pressure of friends that encouraged me (more like commanded then begged) to join. I've lost my pride as a strong, independent woman. Sidenote: I fear I have nearly no IQ left to lose. :(
