My kitten's name is Leonardo da Fuzzbutt: I think that's a pretty good indicator of what you're dealing with.
Need more info than that, do you? Well, fine ... .
So. If you're tired of brainless bints and vapid profiles, you've come to the right place. *nods sagely* Within you will find detailed prose, lighthearted profanity, gleeful abuse of the standard uses of the English language, and public displays of nerdery.
If none of the above sounds like your cup of tea - or at least intrigues you a bit - kindly fuck right off. (That is, you might as well not read any further, yeah? ;) )
My intent was to utterly revise the profile, essentially start from scratch. I failed. Certain bits were just crafted so ruddy well I just couldn't. Alas, alack! But chunks have changed, so do have a gander.
I'm a creed-driven pragmatic utilitarian hedonist. Have a go at figuring out what that means - or just ask.
I love to learn - 'bout most anything - but I wasn't a big fan of formal schooling. I suppose the diversity of my interests is apparent: a pre-vet bachelor's degree, with minors in political science and economics, and a law degree. Yee-haw.
Clearly I'm a white gal. I listed my ethnicity as "Undeclared" to thwart douchebags who might select whiteness as somehow "mandatory" for matches. I haven't much tolerance for racism, closed-mindedness, and other varieties of dumbass-ery.
I have a somewhat dark sense of humor. Think misfortune cookies (see ThinkGeek.com), Despair.com's demotivator posters, Tom Lehrer's "Poisoning Pigeons in the Park," and Rodney Carrington's "I Hope You Die.") And I think we lost a national treasure when Mr. Carlin finally kicked it.
Personally, I think a certain measure of seriousness, combined with a fair dose of whimsy (and outright silliness) is an o'erflowing basketful of win.
Lessee, what else?
I'm a rampaging smart-ass.
I can talk rather a bit. Really. As in, talk your ear off, then move directly to the other. So yeah: you've been warned. (Of course, that being said, there are some interesting ways to get me to hush it ... .)
My tact-ometer is mostly broken. While I _can_ tightly control what I say, and to whom, I'm not really interested in uber-censoring what I say.
I think, as a society, we are inclined to tiptoe around altogether too much, on the offchance that some easily-offended twat is within earshot. I call bullshit.
If you happen to be awfully easily offended, that's your own defect: the rest of the world oughtn't have to modify its behavior. *nods sagely*
Take for example the cursing: yes, I could do without it, and some would advise to do without it _here_. But I figure its use might weed out some of the more easily-offended folks. Oui?
However - while it might at first blush seem contradictory - I am not saying that folks ought to be intentionally rude or mean. I'm just saying that people should feel free to converse candidly.
Folks are sometimes surprised to find that, beneath my perhaps-spiky-seeming exterior there does actually lurk a kinder-than-average person ... . I also postulate that a certain amount of brutal-seeming-ness is necessary - in my analysis of certain situations or folks I don't know - in order to counterbalance how fucking sweet I am to folks that I do know personally.