I realize that this may come off as bitchy, but if you had to deal with as many poorly spelled come-ons as I do, you'd be bitchy too. I promise I'm actually a very nice person, I just have zero patience at all for people who seem to have zero reading comprehension skills and very poor communication skills.
I'm a fairly normal kind of girl, if by fairly normal anyone could mean "pansexual, bipolar, moderately ambitious, internet-addicted, music-loving movie-watching snarky sarcastic hopeless romantic bookworm". But this is the internet, so that basically is normal, isn't it?
I nitpick and write pretty decent poetry and pretty good short stories (if you're into LGBTQ romance, anyways). I love Sappho, Jim Butcher, Douglas Adams, Catullus, Chuck Palahniuk, T. S. Eliot, Neil Gaiman, Allen Ginsberg and Diane Duane.
I spend a lot of time daydreaming. A lot. No, more than that.
I read tarot cards. I'm pretty good at it. I laughingly tell people that I'm mildly psychic. People tend to believe it.
I have twelve tattoos: the VFD eye and DJ Pusheen on my left ankle, irises and the coordinates to my alma mater on my right ankle, a rat on my left collarbone, a lizard on my right collarbone, a semicolon behind my right ear, (...) behind my left ear, a Starfleet science insignia on my left wrist, an owl on my right wrist, the Albany skyline and "I swear I'd burn this city down to show you the light" on my left hip, and "let there exist for us not one single further sorrow" on my right hip. I'm currently saving up for a bluejay wing on my back.
I can't go anywhere without my Droid, a notebook and pencil, and a book to read. You never know when inspiration will strike... or boredom.
I am an INFP, an "Idealist" type, but when I took the actual Meyers-Briggs test, I came out 52% introvert and 48% extrovert, so it really depends on how I feel on any given day.
I am opinionated and loud about it, compassionate and evangelical about it, and optimistic and clinging to that by my fingernails sometimes.