A Little About Me...

I'm just a 31 year old chick from Rhode Island, married to a Canadian, tattooed, childfree, and a World of Warcraft addict. I fancy myself a photographer, or an artist, but who am I kidding - I count pills and sell drugs to junkies.

Disclaimer

I write about everything. If you don't like it, if it's too personal, if you don't want to hear it, if it offends you, if it's about you, I don't care.

I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control, and at times hard to handle, but if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.

Confirmation of my lack of a life…

Here’s how it goes. If you’ve seen over 80 movies, you have no life. Mark the ones you’ve seen.

( ) Nacho Libre
(x) Grease
(x) Pirates of the Caribbean
(x) Pirates of the Caribbean 2
(x) Orange Country
(x) The Green Mile
(x) Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory
(x) Neverending Story
(x) Blazing Saddles
(x) Airplane!
(x) Red Eye
( ) Stick It
( ) She’s the Man
(x) 8 Mile

Total so far: 11
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5 things about me

In the absence of having anything worthwhile to post, I submit to y’all the meme that the always interesting Jen tagged me with. Without further adieu, 5 random bits of information that people might not know about me.

  1. I once killed a kitten to put it out of its misery. I felt super-awful about it and called out sick that day because I was so upset.
  2. I save everything. I’m an unbelievable packrat. There’s totes full of shit from when Chris and I moved out of our Warwick apartment (October of 2000!) still packed up in the spare room as well as a footlocker trunk filled with things that I haven’t touched since I moved out of URI in ‘96.
  3. Back when I was in probably 2nd or 3rd grade, I liked to repeat words I heard on TV. While most of the time I had no idea what the meanings of them were, I could usualy figure out if they meant good things or bad things by their context, and so I liked to try them out in conversation. This didn’t cause any problems usually, unless you consider the time I was on the bus home one afternoon, telling some 5th grader that if he didn’t stop picking on me, I was going to rape him. Yeah, that was a threat.
  4. I miss my waist-length hair. If it weren’t so difficult to maintain, I’d grow it back to that length again, but then Eddie would need to deal with me shedding constantly, and I’d need to deal with the constant problem of developing dreadlocks with every move.
  5. I’ve been known to read people’s blogs because their own personal issues make mine seem way easier to deal with.

Supposedly I’m supposed to tag some folks to do this one themselves, but I tag Eddie and anyone else who wants to do it. Have fun folks!

Bored before I leave

Found over on Xmichra’s page, the “I have never…” meme. I will list 3 things that I’ve never done at the bottom of this post. They all begin: “I have never…”

You should copy these instructions and my list to your blog. BUT you should remove the top item and add a new item to the bottom of the list - it should be something that YOU have never done, and it can be about anything you like.

You should also go back over the remaining 2 things I listed and highlight (in bold, a different colour, italics, however you want) the things that are not true for you (ie You have done them).

This way, the list is constantly evolving and changing through every iteration.

You can only repost a list to your blog if none of the previous “I have never…”s that you have answered are there.

I have never had an orgy.
I have never had my genitals pierced.
I have never kissed a stranger.

The post brought to you by the letter P

Earlier this week, Robin of Fragile Musings did the letter-meme that seems to be going around, and graciously offered me the letter P to do on my own. And after a couple of days of procrastination and not a lot of thought, here’s 10 P-words that are a big part of who I am.

Paranoia - I get very paranoid and anxious about really dumb things at times. When driving, I’m always worried that the big rig trucks are going to change lanes and run me out of my lane (probably due to a scare I had where this nearly did happen when I was about 19). I’m always paranoid about Comrade; this started off as just a mild avoidance of him when I first moved in, but has progressed to a paranoia that he’s monitoring us and peeking into the house since he revealed looking in our windows last summer.

Pizza - I love a good pizza. Homemade of restaurant delivery, if it’s good, I’ll eat it. However, I’m picky about the sauce, and won’t eat it if it’s chunky. Lately we’ve been making it at home, and my toppings of choice have been shredded cheese (we pick up a bag of mozzerella, parmigiana, and asiago with roasted garlic), loads of pepperoni, sliced mushrooms, and crumbled feta cheese on top. Baked until the crust is crispy and topped with grated parmigiana, it’s a slice of heaven.

Procrastination - I’m the queen of it. I will put off everything until the very last minute if possible, and delay everything else. But god help those who don’t do things fast enough for my liking.

Pulling and plucking - I’ve dealt with trichotillomania since I was about 11, which basicly means I’ll sit around and pull my hair out. At my worst, I had a bald spot the size of my hand across the back of my head. At my best (like now), I tend to have a part in my hair that’s just a bit wider than it should be. I’ve found that if I can keep my hands occupied and limit my sugar intake and don’t get too completely stressed, I don’t have many problems, but times when I’m unable to do things like type or crochet or read, such as driving, are a prime time for me to start plucking my hair out, one strand at a time.

Pliers - Oddly enough, I’m rather good with mechanical things, fixing the toilet at our house a couple of times, figuring out what was up with the Probe draining the battery all the time, stuff like that. I’m not sure how that happened at all.

Prince Charming - The love of my life, Eddie, is probably the closest thing to Prince Charming anyone could ever want. He cooks, he’s been known to clean, is fantastic in the sack and loves me more than anything. Of course, this is also the man who walked buck naked into the stairway outside our backdoor and rubbed the plug-in air-freshener out there on his taint last night because he didn’t like the smell of the air-freshener.

Pins and Needles - No, my limbs don’t have a habit of falling asleep. I’m talking about my crafty side. Gimme some pins, a needle or two, some yarn, and some stuffing, and in a couple of hours I’ll give you a horse. Or a bear. Or a 3-headed donkey with pansies for feet.

Planning - I very rarely will do anything without planning it first. I’m not the type to just get up and go do something. I need to question everything. Can we afford it? Should I bring my camera? Will I need to put on pants? These are all major considerations that I need to think about before agreeing to do something.

Photography - There’s nothing that I enjoy more than running around with my camera taking pictures of things. Anything. Half the pictures I take don’t end up being seen by anyone but me and maybe Eddie, but that doesn’t stop me from snapping them.

Penis - Well, it’s a p-word, right? And I like it, right?

Meme-whoring sheep

Woot! I got interviewed by the atomic bombshell herself, Aurora Borealis. So without further delay, here’s my answers.

1. If you could become a superhero, which powers would you choose to be most helpful to victims of Katrina? I think it would be good to have either Superman’s super-breath to blow all the water out, or Iceman’s freezing powers, since ice would be easier to drive over then driving through several feet of water.

2. Of the choices you’ve made, is there one you wish you could “do over” and if so, why? Not cheating on my first boyfriend. I know that’s regardless of what I’d done, we still wouldn’t have lasted much longer, but it still bothers me that I was awful to him.

3. Have you ever had any truly awful experiences with meeting online friends in real life? I dated a guy who took me to the movies for our first date. We got to the ticket counter, and being the polite girl I was prepared to be paying for myself, but expecting that the gntleman would be paying. He buys a ticket for himself and turns around as I’m pulling out my wallet and asks, “Oh, were you expecting me to pay for yours too?”

4. What is your dream car, and do you think you’ll ever own it? I’ve always loved the early 50’s Cadillac Fleetwoods. I know I’ll never have one, so I’ll settle for a Mini.

5. Did you know that I’m totally in awe of your blog design skillz? How did you learn? I had no idea! I leanred by ripping apart other sites and figuring out how they work. I have no problems with blatenly ripping off a page and making it mine. I once did Eddie’s page to look like VH1’s site a couple of years ago; it’s still one of my favorite ones.

And if anyone wants an interview, check out Zeke’s page for the rules, I’m willing to think up a couple of questions for a few people.

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