I'm young, jaded and from the city by the Bay (San Francisco for all you who don't know) getting a generous helping of the life of a grownup, doing the work/slave thing...all in the "big" city of San Francisco. Taking life as it comes, wondering what's next and how the bloody hell did I get here?
Aside from working as a Corporate American Slave, I'm a Star Trek junkie. Yes, you read that correctly. I am however relatively normal outside of that one little vice (I swear I'm not a freak, really). I'm your typical gal, put me on a dance floor with some decent music, I'll move around for you. Give me a book that doesn't put me to sleep, I'll read it. I love hearing and telling a good story. Making people laugh is a joy, making people feel loved is a delight. However, when I'm not being a sweetheart I'm known to rant about whatever's bothering me...sometimes that takes more than one entry. So yeah: consider yourself warned, home skillets.
I tend to use four-letter words, so if you want to preserve them virgin ears, don't let the door hit you in the bum on the way out.
For some reason, I decided to post my contact information -- that said feel free to bug me, I'm not as mean as my journal might suggest. Eh, scratch that a few crazy motherfuckers out there have totally walked all over my trust of folk on the internet. The lot of you are nuts and well, I don't have time for that. If you REALLY wanna talk to me, e-mail me and let me know who you are on LJ and why in the blue blazes you find me so bloody interesting.