User Profile

This is my secret journal - the one that I use to complain about my real-life friends and family, my boyfriend and all others that are on my friends list and can read by other LJ. I sometimes think of making that one private and deleting them all off, but I am sure that would cause suspicion.

For the most part, I love life even though I find myself bored more often than not and fear that I will never get to accomplish or do the things that I believe will make me feel as though I truly lived.

I like pirates, swearing, drinking, people-watching, tasteless juvenile humor, literature (the good kind that makes you all introspective), platform shoes, disco, bamboo, Cajun food, and key lime pie. I think that chefs are sexy and I can be quite belligerent after too many rum drinks. In a past life, I could have probably swash-buckled the hell of your punk ass. I have unhealthy obsessions with random things and am far too body-conscious and self-absorbed.

I detest NASCAR, Individually-Wrapped Cheese Slices, Fast Food, Open-Mouth Chewers, Drivers Lacking in Highway Etiquette, Ignorance, and Breeders.

I have a curiosity for the underbelly of society as well as lots of other shit. Examples of "other shit" would be: Psychology; Literature; Film; Gourmet Cooking; Cookbooks (With Lots of Pictures); Wine; and Music (Classical, Classically-Influenced, New Wave, Acoustic, Soundtracks, French Jazz, Italian Jazz, Electro, Dark Wave, EBM, and Practically Any Sexy Song Sung Mit Creepy German Accent).

I adore art of any form and am a veritable art junkie with a penchant for Found-Object Art. However, I also give a second glance to Pre-Raphaelite, Nudes, Surrealism, Fantasy, B&W Photos, Bondage Art, Erotica, Comic Book Art, Post-Apocalyptic, Pulp Art & whatever other forms I stumble across.

I have a hard time admitting that I am wrong, but I am usually willing to listen to the opinions of others. Admittedly, I am a rather shallow, impatient, self-absorbed, arrogant, antagonistic, and pretentious person with just a bit of a superiority complex. Yet I still like to think of myself as user-friendly. My existence is rife with habitual self-indulgence, relentless socializing, self-induced guilt, hypochondria, general curiosity, art, music, hilarity, apathy, and ambivalence.

All ranting and verbal diarrhea aside, all I want from life is to engage in the proverbial eating, drinking and being fucking merry. I like to spend time with the few people who can put up with my spoiled mean ass whilst at the same time, making me laugh at myself and life in general.

Friends (16):

Friend of (11):