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zippyzippyzippy
30 / F / straight / Single
Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts
The Skinny
- Last Online
- Join Date
- Ethnicity
- White
- Height
- 5' 4" (1.62m).
- Body Type
- —
- Looking For
- New friends, Activity partners
- Smokes
- When drinking
- Drinks
- Sometimes
- Drugs
- Sometimes
- Religion
- Agnosticism but not too serious about it
- Sign
- —
- Education
- Graduated from college/university
- Job
- Entertainment / Media
- Income
- $30,000–$40,000
- Kids
- Likes children
- Pets
- Likes dogs and Owns cats
- Languages
- English
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Your Notes
Edit your notesI am 40 feet tall, breathing fire, and riding a unicorn.
My Self-Summary
I'm an odd little monkey. I wear glasses. Without them, I squint a
lot and walk into things. With them, I perform magnificent feats of
prestidigitation.
What I’m doing with my life
I work in publishing, in an odd little niche of the industry; I
read a lot of comics, non-fiction, social commentary, and the like;
I drink a lot of coffee, and I really do like good beer quite a
bit; I draw (not as often as I should, lately); I spend a lot of
time at thrift stores and cafes. I like old things and weird
things. I keep a cluttered environment but know where everything
is. I have the best group of friends ever and adore them and spend
a good deal of time with them (I live with a few of them, even). I
have office frogs.
I’m really good at
Musical trivia, spelling, Galaga (I have the second highest score
on a Galaga machine at a bar, I'll have you know) and Ms. Pac-Man,
remembering dirty jokes and song lyrics, Scrabble, editing, losing
socks in the laundry, making up nicknames, interesting solutions to
nagging problems, procrastination. I tell stories and tend to fill
awkward silences with long yarns about things that actually
happened to me or someone I know. People even enjoy them,
sometimes.
The first things people usually notice about me
My glasses, for sure. (Most common pickup line: "I like your
glasses.") I am very pale and freckly, and when my hair is freshly
dyed, it's a real head-turner. I also have a flair for footwear and
knee-high socks of various colors and patterns.
I've been compared in appearance to Tina Fey, Dana Scully (Gillian Anderson? sp?) and Marlys Mullen, but I feel that Daria is probably the most accurate call. With a bit of Connie Marble.
I've been compared in appearance to Tina Fey, Dana Scully (Gillian Anderson? sp?) and Marlys Mullen, but I feel that Daria is probably the most accurate call. With a bit of Connie Marble.
My favorite books, movies, music, and food
Books: dystopic
fantasy, comics,
esp. Love and
Rockets, R.
Crumb, Harvey
Pekar, and Dori
Seda; trashy biographies, occasional Serious Literature (TM).
Movies: things with zombies, cartoons, etc. Music: Belle &
Sebastian, Jellyfish, The Posies, Gorky's Zygotic Mynci,
Beulah, Ho-Ag,
Devo, Blur, The
Smiths, The Campaign for Real Time, Elliott Smith, The Left
Banke, the Zombies, Of Montreal, Nick Drake, The
Ladybug Transistor, Shudder to Think, the Lucksmiths, Looper, the
Dismemberment Plan, Sebadoh, psychedelia, stoner rock, punk rock, power pop, etc. Food:
coffee, beer, cheese, ice cream, pho.
I also really adore welsh corgis and aspire to owning one eventually. For now, I have a really marvelous cat.
I also really adore welsh corgis and aspire to owning one eventually. For now, I have a really marvelous cat.
The six things I could never do without
In lieu of the six things I could never do without, I think it
would be more enlightening to list the things I had on me when I
got home tonight:
- A vinyl single of "Walk Away Renee" by the Left Banke;
- A velvet painting of a mostly-naked Native American stalking a gigantic bear;
- A tape of "Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle";
- My ipod, phone, and other necessities;
- A sketchbook;
- A half-full bottle of Vitamin Water;
- A mostly read novel about a punk rock kid in Montreal in the '70s;
- Doc Martens saddle shoes.
- A vinyl single of "Walk Away Renee" by the Left Banke;
- A velvet painting of a mostly-naked Native American stalking a gigantic bear;
- A tape of "Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle";
- My ipod, phone, and other necessities;
- A sketchbook;
- A half-full bottle of Vitamin Water;
- A mostly read novel about a punk rock kid in Montreal in the '70s;
- Doc Martens saddle shoes.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
What to do next - new job? new town? I feel like I need a change,
but no direction forward seems to be grabbing me very much.
I'm also pretty distressed by the state of our culture and political discourse. I'll be happy to rant about it to you sometime.
I'm not particularly anal-retentive about most things, but I care about writing. I care about literature, I care about journalism, I care about our idiosyncratic and lovely language and all of its silly rules.
These horrible animated advertising banners alongside this are keeping me from typing anything terrifically coherent, for which I apologize. Blame these weird polygonal people at a bar who seem to be doing some kind of weird mating ritual in the upper left-hand corner of my screen.
I'm also pretty distressed by the state of our culture and political discourse. I'll be happy to rant about it to you sometime.
I'm not particularly anal-retentive about most things, but I care about writing. I care about literature, I care about journalism, I care about our idiosyncratic and lovely language and all of its silly rules.
These horrible animated advertising banners alongside this are keeping me from typing anything terrifically coherent, for which I apologize. Blame these weird polygonal people at a bar who seem to be doing some kind of weird mating ritual in the upper left-hand corner of my screen.
On a typical Friday night I am
Possibly shaking my fist rhythmically at a stage full of sweaty men
with guitars, or possibly lazing on a friend's couch with a beer
watching movies, or perhaps playing board games.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit here
I have a truly disgusting and juvenile sense of humor. And I dote
excessively on my cat. You would too, if you had the opportunity to
rub her fuzzy belly.
Also: while I come off as a nothing-is-sacred cynic, I'm actually a hopeless idealist - it's just that I don't know how to talk about anything serious without joking. I miss the '90s - they were a more earnest era, and everything is all cynicism and greed these days. Maybe when our culture adopts some values I can respect, then I won't have to pretend I don't give a shit anymore.
Also: while I come off as a nothing-is-sacred cynic, I'm actually a hopeless idealist - it's just that I don't know how to talk about anything serious without joking. I miss the '90s - they were a more earnest era, and everything is all cynicism and greed these days. Maybe when our culture adopts some values I can respect, then I won't have to pretend I don't give a shit anymore.
You should message me if
You also have a unicorn-- I mean, he enjoys my company and we're
good friends, but I think he'd be happier if he had someone to hang
out with who spoke his language.
If you can out-talk me one on one (which is to say, you can have me so engrossed that I don't dominate a first-time conversation, something that I often do when I first meet someone and am anxious to make an impression), you win a gold star.
If you can out-talk me one on one (which is to say, you can have me so engrossed that I don't dominate a first-time conversation, something that I often do when I first meet someone and am anxious to make an impression), you win a gold star.
