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KisforKooky
21 / F / straight / Seeing someone
Stevens Point, Wisconsin
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K is awesome. She likes bikes and the environment. Sadly, she is a socialist, so it never worked out between us (me being a raging capitalis... read more
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The Skinny
- Last Online
- Join Date
- Ethnicity
- White
- Height
- 5' 8" (1.72m).
- Body Type
- Average
- Looking For
- New friends, Activity partners
- Smokes
- No
- Drinks
- Rarely
- Drugs
- Never
- Religion
- Agnosticism and laughing about it
- Sign
- Aries but it doesn’t matter
- Education
- Working on college/university
- Job
- Hospitality / Travel
- Income
- Rather not say
- Kids
- Likes children
- Pets
- Likes dogs and Likes cats
- Languages
- English, German (Poorly)
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Your Notes
Edit your notesI am kooky, sassy, and wry.
My Self-Summary
The website Stuff White People Like
was basically written about me, see #3, 6-8, 10, 12, 18, 22, 25,
28, 35, 37, 39, 40-43, 50, 55, 57, 60-64, 67-68, 70, 72, 75, 79,
81-84, 88, 93-94, 96-104.
I'm so Caucasian. Seriously.
Also, I'm not a secret internet fatty, if you were worried. The emo/MySpace angle is just so me!
I'm so Caucasian. Seriously.
Also, I'm not a secret internet fatty, if you were worried. The emo/MySpace angle is just so me!
What I’m doing with my life
I recently moved two hundred fifty miles into a lovely little
apartment. I spend my days sleeping in, riding my bike, watching
Doctor Who, reading, and stumblingupon things into the wee hours of
the night. It's perfect. Except for that whole dwindling bank
account thing. I'm working on that.
I’m really good at
The types of things that look good on your transcript/resume. The
rest I'm mediocre at.
Remembering faces. For years. And most of the time I'll also remember where I know that person from/their name (if I ever knew it). I keep this talent hidden. I don't know if that makes it more or less creepy.
Ending sentences with prepositions. Take that, English language.
Remembering faces. For years. And most of the time I'll also remember where I know that person from/their name (if I ever knew it). I keep this talent hidden. I don't know if that makes it more or less creepy.
Ending sentences with prepositions. Take that, English language.
The first things people usually notice about me
The fact that I have the style of an English school boy. On certain
days.
The various levels of disarray that I call my hair. I always have sex hair, baby.
Or my eyes. But if that's the case, you're staring too closely. Creep. But I can't blame you, they are intense.
The various levels of disarray that I call my hair. I always have sex hair, baby.
Or my eyes. But if that's the case, you're staring too closely. Creep. But I can't blame you, they are intense.
My favorite books, movies, music, and food
Well, I won't bore you with the laundry list of particulars.
Books: The type of books that you're required to read for college literature classes. I'm like a pretentious English major.
Movies: Independent/foreign films. I'm like a pretentious Film Studies major.
Music: Alternative (whatever that means anymore), power/indie/psychedelic pop (the kind of pop that doesn't include Kelly Clarkson, basically), sissy indie rock, etcetera.
I've noticed I have a somewhat more than slight preference for bands with a "the" in front of their name. I adore definite articles, apparently.
Food: The type of food that most individuals my age find icky, e.g., fruits, vegetables. Or anything you can dip peanut sauce in.
Books: The type of books that you're required to read for college literature classes. I'm like a pretentious English major.
Movies: Independent/foreign films. I'm like a pretentious Film Studies major.
Music: Alternative (whatever that means anymore), power/indie/psychedelic pop (the kind of pop that doesn't include Kelly Clarkson, basically), sissy indie rock, etcetera.
I've noticed I have a somewhat more than slight preference for bands with a "the" in front of their name. I adore definite articles, apparently.
Food: The type of food that most individuals my age find icky, e.g., fruits, vegetables. Or anything you can dip peanut sauce in.
The six things I could never do without
My bikes (Peugeot
Iseran, Specialized Rockhopper, and the retro Kent Gran Concor, who
may be on his way out, you will be missed Clark Kent), my iPod
(read as portable music), the internet, literature, the metric system
(Embrace its elegant simplicity, America!), and science.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Why people ask banal questions such as these. It keeps me pretty
preoccupied.
On a typical Friday night I am
I'll never tell you.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit here
I've decided that I'm going to treat this as my newly established,
weekly "A Tantalizing Tidbit Revealed!" section. This will
hopefully satiate your voyeuristic urges. Or provide something not
boring to read.
Yes, now we will begin!
I'm a used goods junkie. I can often be found at garage sales, thrift stores, and flea markets. I very rarely buy anything new. It helps my wallet and the Earth. Yay.
Yes, now we will begin!
I'm a used goods junkie. I can often be found at garage sales, thrift stores, and flea markets. I very rarely buy anything new. It helps my wallet and the Earth. Yay.
You should message me if
Well, if I have to persuade you with sales pitches and platitudes,
you really shouldn't bother.
Or if you keep "stalking" me. No one likes a stalker. Yes, I'm talking about YOU. Seriously. You can stop it now.
Or if you keep "stalking" me. No one likes a stalker. Yes, I'm talking about YOU. Seriously. You can stop it now.
