I feel pretty good about myself in general. I am outgoing and friendly most of the time, but on occasion get super awkward and self conscious. I will make fast friends with someone out at the bar one night, then on the next feel too weird to approach them again. I'm an ENFP, if you're into the Myers-Briggs thing.
I have a little bit of knowledge about a lot of nerdy things. I like to read, but honestly I've been kind of neglecting physical books since I got a laptop.
When I send my friends links on the internet, it usually has something to do with one of the following: sharks, weird sexual fetishes, a webcomic, recipes, or adorable pictures of animals.
I hate both laughter and having fun, so please note that I'll abide no such tomfoolery.
If they see me often they'll notice that I wear a lot of dresses.
At the bar: "Who is this drunk girl who just complimented me/something I did and is attempting to give me knucks?" or "What is that nerdy looking Asian chick doing rapping and gesturing along to Brooklyn Zoo/Big Pimpin?"
Books: Charles Bukowski, David Sedaris, John Steinbeck, Kurt Vonnegut (big surprise)
Graphic Novels: The Boys, Fables, Frank, The Goon, Preacher, Y: The Last Man
Webcomics: So very many. Achewood, A Softer World, Hark A Vagrant, The Perry Bible Fellowship, Questionable Content, Scary Go Round, RIP Pictures for Sad Children
Movies: Amelie (duh), Assorted zombie flicks (28 Days Later, Dawn of the Dead, etc), Brick, Delicatessen,
Shows: Adventure Time, Archer, The League, Venture Brothers
Music: 90's rap/r&b (I have an extremely epic playlist), Andrew Jackson Jihad, an embarrassing amount of current rap, Black Eyes, Gang of Four, Modest Mouse, Murder By Death, Spoon
Food: I will try just about anything. I love cooking and feeding people.
Just now I ordered a Domino's pizza and forgot to turn on the tracker with a funny voice, so I guess I'll just spend all of this Friday night crying.
Sometimes I feel like I'm too nice to be on the interweb. Then I think about the humorously dark conversations I have with my friends and realize I'm doing just fine.
My real slut test score results aren't actually 0%.
I'm totally Cherokee orgy.
Let's be real with it, the super old/clueless/creepy guys that I don't want to message me aren't going to get down to this point anyhow.
Message me if you want, I'm honestly kind of terrible at correspondence. If I think you're rad, I'll end up just trying to get you to take it to gchat.