I'm off the market but always always ALWAYS looking for new partners in crime.

I'm tall. I'm kind of cute. I'm a little bitchy. There isn't a whole lot more to say. Except if you have an aversion to indie rock, fancy-ass cigarettes*, caffeine, and sci-fi, stay back. Sometimes I turn feral and drive off into the wild for a few days at a time. Usually I find my way back home a few days later a lot dirtier and really really hungry.

This is what my best friend had to say about me:

"She's a [21] year old female who's not entirely sure what she wants out of life, but has the openness to seek out what she thinks might be exciting. She's more of a feeler than a thinker, and it gets her into trouble a lot of times. She's a caring, passionate person with a tough exterior that's worth cracking.

She's beautiful and has an uncanny lust for life and sex that's contagious. Though she isn't always the most mature about it. Her wit and humor is infectious. She just doesn't give a fuck, and while not appropriate in all situations, it's something I can respect."

* Due to a recent medical problem I've been informed I have to actually quit smoking. I'm not too pleased with this venture, we'll see how long it lasts.

I make things.

No, really, I'm an artist with two dogs that technically belong to my parents and what was grumpy, fat, old, senior citizen betta fish named Sebastian.*

One thing I know is that I'd like to own my own awesome coffee shop eventually. Hopefully before I'm too old to enjoy it.

* Sebastian has since passed. And yeah, I'm sad about it.

Editors

• Wedgus

being a pretentious bag of douche, printmaking, making coffee, baking, cuddling, being awkward*

things i suck at:

math and twister.

* I'm REALLY good at the awkward thing. I don't even need to try anymore.

I'm fucking tall. Or, if I'm naked, the tattoo. Sometimes it's even the big mass of unkempt looking red craziness on my head.*

One of the things people don't notice, but I do is that my hands are always dirty. Comes with the whole 'creative type' thing.

* Upon getting to know me you will probably learn that I spend a lot of time and energy and sometimes money getting it to look that amazingly crazy and it's not very unkempt at all.

**note: I think I'm fat. I'm currently working to get un-fat (trying to get back to the gym 3-5 days a week). Other people say I'm not. Take that as you will.

- Authors are the way to go here. If we did it any other way we'd be here all night and I'd rather be sleeping.
Mervyn Peake, Neil Gaiman, Francesca Lia Block, Clive Barker, HP Lovecraft, Tom Holt, Neil Stephenson, William Gibson, Christopher Moore, J. K. Rowling, Phillip K. Dick, Alan Moore, Shakespeare and his various contemporaries, and the ever-ubiquitous Thomas R. Pynchon.
I will make you a batch of cookies if you know what the "R" stands for off of the top of your head. No search engines allowed.

- Daughter of a USC film grad and best friend to a snarky film fanatic. This means I'm an asshole with an addiction to theatre popcorn and cult cinema (particularly of the post-apocalyptic and cyberpunk genres).
Labyrinth, BRICK, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, Miyazaki Films, Ausploitation flicks, and lots of others that are slipping my mind at the moment. I have The Fifth Element on pause in the other room, though.

- I haven't listened to the radio in ages and I kind of stay removed from that sort of thing. KXLU being the exception. I listen to weird kitschy shit that finds its way to my ears usually by way of friends. Right now I'm hooked on Lo-Fi, Swedish Bands, and Diane Cluck.
The Decemberists, Björk*, My Brightest Diamond, Death by Doll, The Cure, The Smiths, Tool, David Bowie, The New York Dolls, Tom Waits, Rasputina, Johnny Cash, Led Zeppelin, Cake, The Doors, The Knitters, Pixies, TMBG, Queen, Sigur Ros, The Cramps, cheater, The Pillows, X, Beethoven, Neutral Milk Hotel, Portishead, m.i.a., mindless self indulgence, The New Pornographers, Neko Case, Of Montreal, Evan Greer, Antony and the Johnsons, Kaizer's Orchestra, Zöe Keating, and shameless thing for Lady Gaga (I think I just kind of want to be her more than I actually like her music).

- My diet is mostly vegetarian but that's more just because meat's a bitch to cook at home. If I'm going out I'm all about some murder.
Japanese food (no umi, no natto), eggplant, Thom Ka Gai, Indian food, boba, coffee, tea, motherfucking Voodoo Doughnuts, fruit!, sketchy Mexican food, kale, hummus (I make my own, and it's bomb), junk food, pastries, and the odd In and Out glut fest.

*Oddly, given my love for both The Decemberists and Björk, I find The Decemberists' cover of Human Behaviour laughably bad. Something about hearing Colin Meloy eke out all her weird vocalizations just makes me shake my head and remind myself everyone makes mistakes. Except for me, I'm always right.

sketchbook, notebook/laptop/whatever you want to call a portable computer, internet, quality writing implements, friends, purple blanket, masturbation

Told you I was bad at math.

beer and titties

-or-

art, sex, my life and where it's going, baking, why my hands smell metallic after playing with my slinky, which art schools to apply to and how soon I'll be able to, tattoos and piercings and where my new ones are going, my friends, music, fooood, Victoriana, kale, to-do lists, more food, Kozik, things to do, people to do, when I'm ever going to get a job, how the internet killed steampunk, how cool it would be if my car WAS steam powered and the steampunk subculture wasn't a bunch of obsessive twatrags.

take your pick.

Clutching a bottle of bourbon and swearing profusely.

This is probably also a valid answer to "How do you spend your Saturday mornings?"

(Even more true now that I've discovered the motherfucking whiskey bar walking distance from work.)

I kick large portions of ass at karaoke when I'm not too busy getting all clamped up and stage-frighty. Specifically, Oingo Boingo's "Little Girls".

Ask me, you'll probably get a different answer.

It might go something like this:

I've got a pirate ship tattooed on my ass.
I still am a bit afraid of the dark.
I swear, a lot.
I have a minor obsession with Bruce Campbell.
I have a DK named Dentata.
I made a pair of underwear that says "Daddy Issues".
I'm maltose intolerant, which means I'm allergic to beer.
I've cut/died my own hair on and off since I was 14 and I'm still no good at it.
I can hold a conversation using nothing but Smiths lyrics.
I call people "Tiger."
I just got out of a big long thing and I'm still a little retarded socially.

Yeah, you really should ask me.

Editors

• scottzorrzz

You like any of the following: obscurity, antiquity, technology, die brücke, expressionism, getting dirty, me, art, theatre, literature, body modification life, cranberry juice, tall people or are genderqueer/genderfuck.

You know Thomas Pynchon's middle name and you want cookies (you can't use search engines). If you don't and just want cookies, that can be arranged too.

You are a Cosmologist and want to sit and whisper sweet nothings about parallel universes and string theory to me.

You are a Cosmetologist and want to make me oh-so-pretty.

Or if the word "random" is a turn off except in math or science based settings.

Or if you want to. That's reason enough for me.

Intolerant, undereducated, dickweeds needn't apply.

Show buddies, drinking buddies, and potential partners in crime need apply.