i've read so many profiles with paragraph upon paragraph of pedantic and practically masturbatory attempts to impress. i'm not really interested in that. i'm intelligent and i don't need amazingly crafted paragraphs, taking hours upon hours to painstakingly create, to make me feel good about it.
i'm looking for friends, and i've found that Pittsburgh isn't always the easiest place to meet friends unless you're on the verge of alcoholism or you're a Steeler's or Penguin's Fan. *yawn*
i just saw this really touching commerical with Mr. McFeely from Mister Roger's Neighborhood signing with the children from the Pennsylvania School for the Deaf. i guess that says a little bit about me...it's the little things, everyday, that make a difference in my life. i won't remember how much money i made in 2008, but that commercial will stay with me for the rest of my life.
i'm not necessarily a fan of capitalizing the letter "i" when i'm writing about myself...it seems pretentious, even if it is grammatically correct. there are a lot of things like that about me that i've turned into weird idiosyncracies (that can't be how you spell that), but i've learned to appreciate them. Who else is going to?
i collect pee wee's playhouse toys, ugly lamps, tacky christmas vinyl, catholic iconography and whatever strikes me, really. Some people have suggested that when I'm tired of my apartment, i should just put a price tag on everything and open my own thrift store. i suppose it is a lot easier than moving. Check me out on myspace: http://www.myspace.com/obscurepopcultreference (from there you'll find facebook too...aren't the interwebs amazing?)
I hope that eventually I wake up with a handlebar moustache. Until then Im desperately unattractive and hopelessly poor. I wonder about some things...including how people find the time to read books, when someones going to finally diagnose my adult-onset ADD, and why there aren't Robot Police. At this point, I have no solid goals and no real aspirations...except to go to Dollywood and meet Dolly Parton. Other than that...maybe I'll open a coffeeshop someday so that starbucks can move across the street and put me out of business. I like All things Jessica and the stuff white people like..
I am stunned, wearing black, and flicking my bangs.