I'm actually an extremely kind person, but a lot of shit just pisses me off. Like ukuleles. No one looks sexy playing a ukulele. You just look like a sad child-person.
here is a list of things I like:
Camellia Sinensis, David Bowie, heavy metal, The Simpsons, candy, skeletons, axolotls, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, stockings, yoga, graphic art, horror films, MAC and LUSH cosmetics, sexy, older men, Halloween, leather, lace, whiskey, high heels, mad science, fairy tales and mythology, crayons, false eyelashes, vinyl (both in LP and fetishwear form), stuffed animals (not furries), 少女革命ウテナ.
here is a list of words that may or may not describe me:
self-indulgent, coquettish, salacious, intelligent, slightly misanthropic, careful (in most senses of that word), emotionally stable.
here is a list of sentences that may or may not give you insight into my personality:
I think that the floor is an awesome place to store things. I never miss an opportunity to learn something new. I dig words and languages. I geek out over cheesy power metal songs. I have a lot of esoteric knowledge, but I'm always happy to teach and involve others who are interested. I think that one of the keys to life is knowing how to be happy when you're alone. I used to have a cat named Baron von FuzzyCuddles. I get upset when there are widows in my blog entries. I don't like to use capital letters in my internet voice, except for proper nouns. sorry if this bothers you.
note: if you send me a shitty message, I will post it on Twitter openly mocking you and everything in your profile. I won't block out your name or anything. I'll link to your page so all of my friends can make fun of you, too. this has been your sole warning.