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So, about me.. Ok, I was born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I was adopted at birth, before that actually, and from what I understand, for my best interests. I, however, have other opinions. Don't get me started, I have issues. *G*. I want, no, crave to get out of this city, and do so as often as I can. I'd love to leave it permanently, but until then, I live here patiently. I crave solitude sometimes, and can survive for days on end without human contact. |
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I
have a certain fondness for anything dark and gothic. I am also
very appreciative of the female body. Some might call me a pig.
I consider myself a connisseur. I am also a very big fan of Xena:
Warrior Princess.. but you knew that already. I've had sporadic
relationships in my life and they deserve all the praise in the
world for putting up with the likes of me. |
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I was a painfully shy child, and was marked absent for my first three days of kindergarten. I was hiding in the closet. Pehaps an insight. *BG* I had a blunt trauma accident to my face when I was 8 years old. I still suffer the consequences to this day. Although it has gotten better to cope with 27 years of repercussions, I still find it hard to accept all the shit I live with on a daily basis for something that wasn't my fault. But that's another one of my issues. *G* My teens were typically angst filled and depressing. I was always considered smarter than average. A blessing and damnation. In my 20's I was the bassist and frontperson of an all girls band. We were actually pretty big at the time. My dream of being a rock star was fulfilled, however briefly. | |||||
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Through
the years I was monitored, experimented on analyzed, reconstructed,
and you can find my picture in various medical books. I spent
years on medications that dulled my senses, and numbed my brain.
One of my favorite songs is "Blasphemous Rumors" by Depeche Mode.
The chorus just makes me nod in agreement. Now in my 30's, I'm
still an immature, emotional cripple, as well as a cynic. But
my animals love me anyway, not to mention my kids. There are
no words big enough to thank my ex. She's allowing me to live
the childhood I never had, vicariously through two unbelievable
kids. Both worship me, and there's no better feeling in the world.
They have morphed into smart mouthed, wise ass, obnoxious, comedic
know-it-alls who never cease to amaze. I glow with pride each
time they belch. |
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