OkCupid é Namoro Online Gratuito.

BEFORE YOU BEGIN READING: Please do not message me asking me how I am. I will tell you now: I'm fine, I'm decent, I'm alive, and I'm a bit odd. Send me something else, -anything- else, but don't send me a one sentence email asking me how I am.

(11/10)I hate the new IM system on OKC, so if you attempt to contact me on it, chances are I don't see your IM in the first place, or I don't feel like dealing with the frustration of IM lag. Just send me an email instead.

If I've favorited you, it's more than likely because I enjoy reading your journal.

To quote crashnburn57: "THE NYSSAPOCOLYPSE HAS BEGUN!"

My favorite invention is stairs. Not only do they get you places, but they're also a convenient way to escape angry gimps and midgets.

I get lost in words, books in particular. I have to be careful with what I read, or I end up shucking off my responsibilities until I'm satisfied.

I like to be alone. I burrow into my head and watch my wheels spin.

Nothing offends me, or has thus far in my life. Feel free to attempt to change that.

I don't drink, smoke, or do drugs. However, people seem to constantly assume that I am on some sort of illegal substance.

I love to explore and photograph abandoned buildings.

I have an awkward relationship with semi-colons. Sometimes I think I know what I'm doing with them, but then, every so often, I'm like... "Wait, does that really go there?" and then I question my dedication to them.

I was flipping through quickmatch and saw a profile and was all, "OH MY GOD, IT'S DAVID HASSLEHOFF!" But I was wrong. It wasn't. So disappointed.

I am the s to your D.

INTJ, Chaotic Neutral, or True Neutral, depending on the time of day.

I like to make fun of John Lennon.

I hate the taste of water, so I'm constantly dehydrated.

I have a great love of mid-90s video games. Sam and Max, Day of the Tenactle, Commander Keen (Keen Dreams especially), Chip's Challenge, and the King's Quest set were staples of my youth. There are many more, but I don't really feel like flooding this page. I'm a giver like that.

I do not believe I need another person to complete me.

I enjoy /b/.

I like to pick up on my coworkers. Sidle up next to them and say, "Hey... come here often?"

I don't fight for my beliefs. Fighting for them involves other people, and I have no right to be pushing my thoughts and standards on others.

I need more 80s music in my life. 1980s, mind you. None of that 1880s hippie crap.

I love to dance, possibly more than any other physical activity. Save sex. Well, good sex.

I'm a highly physical person. I crave physical contact, and when I am physically comfortable with someone, I'll crawl all over them. So, if you catch me with friends, you'll find me sitting on people, laying on people, petting people, being pet, being massaged, massaging, chewing, groping, hugging, biting, tickling, cuddling, and whatever else doesn't press the boundaries of our relationship.

Moths creep me out. Not the big ones, but the little ones. You know, the ones that fly around like drunken frat boys with none of the attraction. Yeah, those. Eeeeeh.

I have two addictions: books and coffee. I'm fairly sure the book addiction spawned the coffee addiction.

You will never find me debating politics. I'm an abstainer. If you're offended by that or think I'm a terrible person for not voting, or that I'm anti-American... we'd probably not get along too well. And, yes, I have a solid belief system that supports this- it's not just laziness or apathy.

I'm highly irreverent. I'm of the view that nothing is sacred, all morals and values are social constructs and therefore just require another viewpoint to become "other". This is very obvious in my humor and how I deal with others. I'll respect your beliefs, but I won't share them.

I have absolutely no problem admitting I'm wrong. I'm quite open to having my opinions changed or slightly adjusted. Many times have I thrown a debate by stopping the person I'm talking to and saying, "Hey, you're totally right." You'd think this would make them happy, but I've found stopping a good debate tends to frustrate people.

I have an extremely intense set of ethics, mostly revolving around communication, honesty, personal boundaries, personal space, and respect. I do not hold others to my ethics as much as myself, but I do tend to avoid those who truly do not value the ideas mentioned above.

I have one tattoo (should you ever see it) of a chaos symbol.

It said "Do Not Touch", not "Donuts!"

Punching OKC users that put: "Living it" in any sort of variation in this box. You're out there and I'm hunting you down, Jay and Silent Bob style.

Occasionally, I put on my robe and wizard hat.

I've been carrying around Buddy Wakefield's "Live for a Living" around like a freaking bible for the last two or three weeks. Very unlike me, but "Gospelstitch" sings to me.

Rearranging furniture in order to make all the books fit and failing miserably. Fortunately, I have cabinets. Unfortunately, their numbers are limited.

Learning Mandarin.

Dancing at clubs like Malediction, Das Bunker, and Ruin.

Growing my hair down to my waist (a few more inches!).

Looking for poetry between the sheets, someone who will make my mind spark, my blood sing, and my body pulse.

Doing that whole 9-5 thing, along with some part-time contract work.

Reading. Way too much, but it's how I live.

My life currently revolves around the following six leisure activities:
-Reading
-Writing
-Thinking
-Driving
-"Loving" (yay, euphemisms!)
-Dancing

Telling horrible jokes that offend the general populace.

I'll rock you at Smash Bros Melee.

Surprising people.

Letting words fall out of my mouth and discovering they make some sort of sense.

Being alone but not lonely.

Saying horribly inappropriate things.

Driving.

Keeping myself highly entertained. My mind makes sure that I'm never bored and that I giggle at the most inappropriate moments.

I'll trounce you at Carcassonne, Advanced Civilization, Rummy, and other games of that nature. It's a gift. A gift to kick your ass. Er... I mean... er... fuck it. Whatever.

My nose is buried in a book and, somehow, as I'm walking, I'm avoiding all the obstacles around me without looking up.

I've been told, repeatedly, that I have a distinct walk, way of moving. I'm usually very much inside myself, thinking, when I'm doing much of anything, and it shows. A little aloof, a lot internal, I love to move.

> Ye cannot get ye flask.

I can come off as a bit intense, even though I'm usually rather reserved.

As soon as I take off my glasses, people notice my eyes and are immediately amazed. That I have eyes, apparently. If we meet and the first thing you notice isn't my eyes, let me know and I'll add it to my scorecard.

On rare occasions, I turn into chaos incarnate.

I believe in speaking my mind and communicating my wants and needs in a straightforward manner. This throws people off much too often and is highly noticable if you catch me in mid-conversation. (Side Note!: I highly respect and appreciate this behavior in other people.)

I'm on the curvy/thicker side of life. (Note: to those people who keep messaging me telling me that I look skinny in my pictures... I'm not thin. I'm also not fat. I'm thick and curvy. There is a middle ground between fat and thin, and I happen to be resting comfortably there. While this hasn't happened, if we meet up for coffee and I'm not the svelte goddess you pictured me to be, don't be surprised or feel mislead.)

If you're in class with me, you'll notice that during exams that the professor sets one to two hours for, I'll be that person who will finish in ten minutes. Your hate for me will be compounded when the tests are returned and you see that I've received an A and you distinctly remember overhearing me say that I studied for less than an hour just before class.

Books: I have many. So many that I can hardly attempt to list my favorites. I enjoy Palahnuik, Matheson, Murakami, Danielewski, Phillip Jose Farmer, Piers Anthony, Patricia Briggs, Neil Gaiman, and the like. I might go dig through my bookcase later and add to this. Please feel free to recommend authors. Johnny Got His Gun is freaking amazing.

Poetry: Diane di Prima, Marge Piercy, Richard Brautigan, and Sylvia Plath top my list. I don't read nearly as much as I used to. Brautigan's "The Pill vs The Springhill Mining Disaster" is genius.

Art: Gets narrowed down to Sylvia Ji and Andy Goldsworthy, though I do have an Alex Grey print that I absolutely adore hanging by my bed.

Music: A Perfect Circle, Joni Mitchell, Neil Young, Wolfsheim, Tori Amos, The Cure, Mindless Self Indulgence, The Chameleons, VNV Nation, Rasputina, Dresden Dolls, Mike Doughty, Laura Veirs, Assemblage 23, YES, Heart, Fleetwood Mac, America, Ruby Horse, Massive Attack, PortisHead, Incubus, Coffin Draggers, FrouFrou, Placebo, Stabbing Westward, Smashing Pumpkins, Yoko Kanno, Autumn, Nirvana, and Depeche Mode.

Movies: Singing in the Rain, Jurassic Park, The Holiday, Cannibal the Musical, Butterfly Effect, Airheads, Hackers, Nightmare on Elm Street, Pump Up the Volume, Goonies, The Heathers, Breakfast Club, Corpse Bride, Meet Me in St. Louis, Twelve Monkeys, Se7en, Boondock Saints, Poultergeist: The Night of the Chicken Dead, Real Genius, Grosse Pointe Blank, The Thin Man, BRICK, Love the Hard Way, and Lords of Dogtown.

Food: Does foreskin count?

Anime: Tenjhou Tenge, Cowboy Bebop, and Fruits Basket top the list. Yes, I know, all different genres. Commonality: they're all freaking amazing. Twelve Kingdoms, Elfen Lied, Trigun, parts of Samurai Champloo, Sailor Moon (I know, shut up all of you), Witch Hunter Robin, Bleach, and Hellsing are also enjoyable. And, yes, I own at least one season of each (except Samurai Champloo, because, really, only the first four episodes are good).

Comic Books: I nearly peed myself with girlish abandon when I saw The Watchmen trailer. Like one of those little excited chihuahuas. I love Ennis. Preacher is a brilliant work of art. JMS and his Rising Stars rocked my world for a bit. I haven't read enough TransMet. I have a soft spot for DarkChylde, which is a bit embarassing. Oh, and Gaiman's Sandman, of course. Johnny the Homocidal Maniac, the Bad Art Collection, I Feel Sick, and Squee! are all part of my tiny comic book collection.

Online Comics: Something Positive, XKCD, Dinosaur Comics, Doctor McNinja, Order of the Stick, Girls with Slingshots, Gunnerkrigg Court, No Rest for the Wicked, Better Days, VG Cats, Lacunae, Cyanide and Happiness, and Zebra Girl.

Red VS Blue rocks.

1. Femurs. Mine or yours.

2. Epidermis. Definitely mine. No, you can't borrow it.

3. Thumbs. I like them. But not double-jointed ones. Creeeepy.

4. Fingerprints. Really, do you know how much shit you would drop if you didn't have them? Some people get born WITHOUT fingerprints, and they have to wear special textured gloves so they can grasp things.

5. The thing in my eyes that causes my pupils to contract. I need that.

6. My big toes. I don't really like feet (including toes), but I think I'd have a hard time balancing without them and, really, I have a hard enough time balancing as is.

...Okay, the real answer to this isn't nearly as entertaining. And it's not things I can't do without, it's things that I would never want to do without.

1. My family. We don't always get along, but I'd do anything for them and they for me. My mother is one of my best friends... and I mean that as in we hang out, go out to movies and various events, play games, and can talk about most anything.

2. My mind. If I lose my mind somewhere between now and my death, just stick a shotgun in my mouth and pull the trigger. (Arseface, yeah!... and no one is going to get that reference. Sigh.)

3. My hands. I write, I draw, I massage, I touch a lot. I actually lost most of the fine muscle control in my right hand for about a year a little bit ago. I could still use it, but until I had surgery writing for more than thirty seconds was next to impossible.

4. Introspection. This includes alone time, which I desperately need quite often. If I can't sit and think, write about my reflections, pause and breathe for just a moment... there's absolutely no point, is there? I would hate the type of person I would become if I could not do this.

5. My friends, as lame and cliche as that is. People who have been there through large chunks of my life, who have seen the things that I have done to myself and others in the past, and still love me and have never judged me for it.

6. Physical contact. I cannot emphasize how important this is to me, how stressed and tense I get if I am unable to curl up with another person.

I wonder if everyone is full of more sides and options than they can show, and if we are all trapped by our expectations of social expectations.

Sex. Motivations. Relationships and communication. Dancing. Words. That curve of the back where your spine leads to the top of your rump. Scents. Traveling.

Nutria.

What people find attractive in others. Attraction is such an interesting and individual thing, I'm constantly quizzing various people (usually, but not always men) about what they find attractive. It's interesting to see how they interpret that question.

Roles, how we fill them, how we're expected to fill them, and how much they come to define us, and the loss of those roles and the damage it can do to a person.

Who watches the Watchmen?

Why on earth are there so many Something Awful goons here?? Was there an OKC/SA convention I was not made aware of? Yes, you're all sexy bitches. I need more snarky nerds in my life.

Why do we all talk in British accents when we're from outer space and there is no Britain?

On the dance floor at Das Bunker or Ruin.

Please don't stalk me. Thanks.

Also, to that guy who started petting my hair while I was dancing a few Fridays ago: are you freaking NUTS?!?! *cry* That was so creepy.

If I believed in spirit animals, I think my spirit animal would be a water buffalo.

I can't listen to Joni Mitchell too much because I'll start crying.

I love being single.

I found "The Heathers" romantic.

I have a horrible weakness for men with tattoos. The more tattoos, the worse it gets.

Men with red hair tend to creep me out. Like 98% of the time.

Women with red hair, on the other hand, are hot.

I learned how to drive from SNES's Mario Kart.... and you can totally tell. My tires will never forgive me.

I love artists, but writers will always own my heart and soul.

I'm addicted to men who wear Docs... or at least I would like to be.

I really liked High School Musical. Trust me, I'm more ashamed than you are disgusted.

I nicknamed the penis of one of my ex's "Daddy Warbucks". Think about it (note: won't make sense if you haven't seen Annie).

I've got a preference for socially awkward nerds. Yes, I like normal, well-adjusted guys too, but something about shy nerds... yay.

I totally use the QuickMatch starring feature like I'm shopping. "I'll take you, you, ooh, two of you, oh, and you."

I've broken someone's nose with my pubic bone. Ah, me and my hijinks.

I have a secret love for Christians. Especially Christian Slater and Christian Bale.

While you're all the way down here... I'm not looking for a relationship right now. I'd like to spend the next year of my life being single (notice, I said single, not chaste- for the love of tacos, not chaste) if possible. I'm more than willing to go on dates, cuddle, make out, go to some random party with you so your friends stop harassing you to get laid, etc. But I'm really not looking for anything commitment-wise right now.

Continuing on...

I date a lot. There are so many amazing and intelligent guys out there and I'm totally appreciative that some of them want to spend time with me. While I'm rather sexually "liberated", I'm picky about my partners. I do sleep around some, but I keep it fun and safe. If you're okay with that, don't think less of me for it, don't think that because I enjoy myself and my body I'm not as intelligent as other girls, that there are self-esteem or image problems there... then, yay, drop me a line.

If you have patience. I have a tendency to get overwhelmed by life. So if you message me, I might not get back to you for a month. I'll want to get back to you, but I like composing actual messages with thought and content in them, so I need time to -have- time to do so. If you've read this far, chances are I'll probably message you back. Just give me a little. Or a lot. Either or.

If you got dating personality type "The PlayBoy". I think I'm an awesome person to casually date and the like, so I'd like to meet my male counterpart for fun and casual frolic.

If you're very tall. I hate it when guys describe themselves as very tall, but they're only 6'1" or 6'2". That's not tall. 6'4"+ is tall. And if you're that or taller, please message me right now. Yes, you. Right now.

You know of fun hang out spots that aren't bars, you want to play hours of Smash Bros Brawl, you have an anime collection you wish to share, you have a wicked sense of humor (totally irreverent and chaotic), or if you know of any good abandoned buildings to explore.

If you want to build a snowman. We can make it our best friend! We can name him Bob or we can name him Beowulf! We can make him tall, or we can make him not so tall. Snowman! He'll have a happy face, a happy smile, a happy point of view. If you build me a snowman, then I'll build one for you.

You shouldn't message me if you have a penchant for killing girls you meet on okcupid and burying them in the desert. Please, skip me. I like life.

You also shouldn't message me if you litter. It's my pet peeve, the peeve that tops all peeves, the master peeve of Peeveville, the mayor, as it were.

Oh, and I've discovered that being messaged with "hi how r u" completely kills any desire to have conversation with the messenger... ever. Not to mention, if that is all that is in your message, what am I going to say "Fine."? And then you'll be all "i r good 2", which will prompt me to say "Congratulations on having a good day," or something sarcastic like that. And then you'll go "dont b talkin smack!!111!!1!" at which point I'll just block you, because that really isn't that entertaining.

Also, really... "you should message me if you think you can keep up with me"? What's with that?? I don't -want- to keep up with people like that. How about this: you should message me if you think you are meandering in the same general direction I am.