Here are eight things to digest and possibly reject.
Eight things that are blah blah blah whatever (seriously, if you're reading this and you haven't already done it, then who are you and how did you know that my livejournal lives here?).
1. I am secretly OCD. I walk in bizarre patterns of five or seven (because those numbers visually represented by individual objects can be arranged into pyramids [and don‘t even think about asking me why that‘s so important, I don‘t have any fucking idea]), and if I make a full circle in one direction it’ll bother me throughout the day if I don’t turn around the other way, too.
2. For me to really enjoy food, pain is required. It has to be spicy enough to make my scalp itch and pretty much melt my taste buds. Anything less (basically, anything that is not a brutal vindaloo or something I’ve hot-sauced into oblivion) is for bitches.
3. I really, really like gunfights. Movies like The Killer and games like Max Payne lend such a brutal affair this balletic (my word processor thinks I made that word up, but I swear it's real) air of grace that I find utterly irresistible. Basically, this is why I want to spend way too much money on airsoft. What's weird is that I saw a man get shot (and he later died, though not in front of me), and that didn't dent my gun-lust.
4. I will destroy you in Soul Calibur (unless you are Bryan 50% of the time), but it would make me happy if you tried anyways. Please bring it? Sophitia and I will walk on your face and be grateful that you let us.
5. Ghost In The Shell is practically my bible. Cyborg woman member of an elite police branch? Check. Ultraviolence? Check. Realistic crime and policing in a believable futuristic Japan? Check. Spider tanks? Check. Gradual spiral into philosophical do-I-exist/what-is-reality madness? Check. It was basically conceived with me in mind, or so it would seem.
6. One day you’ll wander into a bookstore and come out with something I’ve written. After reading it you’ll wonder why there had to be so much damn blood and explicit 69ing.
7. My mind works in terrible ways. I don’t know if everybody’s does, but it constantly goes from innocent day-dreaming to spiraling into a frightening mixture of gore and sex instantaneously. I don’t know why it does this, but I think it explains my love of meat cleavers.
8. Everybody knows that I’m coocoo for metal-puffs (and goth-flakes, not to mention techn-o’s), but did you also know that I enjoy classical music, the pop-electro stylings of Apoptygma Berzerk, and the one and only Elton John (“Levon” is seriously in my top five favorite songs ever )?
1. I am secretly OCD. I walk in bizarre patterns of five or seven (because those numbers visually represented by individual objects can be arranged into pyramids [and don‘t even think about asking me why that‘s so important, I don‘t have any fucking idea]), and if I make a full circle in one direction it’ll bother me throughout the day if I don’t turn around the other way, too.
2. For me to really enjoy food, pain is required. It has to be spicy enough to make my scalp itch and pretty much melt my taste buds. Anything less (basically, anything that is not a brutal vindaloo or something I’ve hot-sauced into oblivion) is for bitches.
3. I really, really like gunfights. Movies like The Killer and games like Max Payne lend such a brutal affair this balletic (my word processor thinks I made that word up, but I swear it's real) air of grace that I find utterly irresistible. Basically, this is why I want to spend way too much money on airsoft. What's weird is that I saw a man get shot (and he later died, though not in front of me), and that didn't dent my gun-lust.
4. I will destroy you in Soul Calibur (unless you are Bryan 50% of the time), but it would make me happy if you tried anyways. Please bring it? Sophitia and I will walk on your face and be grateful that you let us.
5. Ghost In The Shell is practically my bible. Cyborg woman member of an elite police branch? Check. Ultraviolence? Check. Realistic crime and policing in a believable futuristic Japan? Check. Spider tanks? Check. Gradual spiral into philosophical do-I-exist/what-is-reality madness? Check. It was basically conceived with me in mind, or so it would seem.
6. One day you’ll wander into a bookstore and come out with something I’ve written. After reading it you’ll wonder why there had to be so much damn blood and explicit 69ing.
7. My mind works in terrible ways. I don’t know if everybody’s does, but it constantly goes from innocent day-dreaming to spiraling into a frightening mixture of gore and sex instantaneously. I don’t know why it does this, but I think it explains my love of meat cleavers.
8. Everybody knows that I’m coocoo for metal-puffs (and goth-flakes, not to mention techn-o’s), but did you also know that I enjoy classical music, the pop-electro stylings of Apoptygma Berzerk, and the one and only Elton John (“Levon” is seriously in my top five favorite songs ever )?