"The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench; a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs. There's also a negative side." -- Hunter S. Thompson
"Only people of a certain disposition are frightened of being alone for the rest of their lives at the age of 26, and [I am] of that disposition."- Nick Hornby, "High Fidelity"
I'm 27, slightly chubby, and from Los Angeles. By day I'm a college student finishing the schoolwork I should have finished ages ago. By night and weekend I'm up to my elbows in popcorn butter while working at a single-screen arthouse theater in West LA. I'm overworked and astoundingly underpaid. I'm the Libra daughter of a divorced nurse and electrician, and I often wonder what I want to be when I grow up. Let me give you the power-point presentation:
I've been described as Barry from "High Fidelity", but female. I'm not sure if this is a compliment or not.
I am a wellspring of forgotten pop culture tidbits. If you don't get it, don't bother asking me to explain. It's just better for all of us if we don't delve too deeply into the katamari ball of trivia that is my brain. I'm a pop culture geek and I'm downright smug about it.
I have almost schizophrenic musical tastes. My CD collection includes Air, Billie Holiday, Oingo Boingo, The Bay City Rollers, The Ramones, Josh Groban, Wilco, Gilberto Gil and The Butthole Surfers.
I'm a natural brunette and damned proud of it.
I'm a registered Democrat with slighty Liberetarian leanings. I'm pro-choice, anti-censorship, pro gun control, pro gay marriage and the legalization of marijuana- but I'm annoyed by overzealous vegetarians and think the ACLU can be a bit nutty at times.
I know rock stars, adult film actors, exhibitionists, gender-free polyamorists, a punk albino, a prize-winning Leather Man, and a MTF transexual...but Scientologists and Furries creep me out.
I used to be morbidly obese, and have whittled myself down a healthy weight. So if you're a skinny girl who bitches about how fat you are because you're five or ten pounds over, I already don't fucking like you.
I drink. With British men. (Meaning: A lot- and frequently.)
I curse like a sailor.
I ♥ Jewish guys.
I have a fetish for guys with curly/wavy dark hair. (I blame it on exposure to Joe Perry during those years where one's psychosexuality is formed.) It's not mandatory, but it's a big plus.
Glasses are yummy too. Very big plus.
I think LiveJournal should give us more interests...150 isn't enough to cover the bands I like as well as the other shit.
If you like My Chemical Romance or any of that crap, go away. You Hot-Topic wearin', screamo-listenin' chunder monkeys are the reason why suckers of Satan's teat like Fall Out Boy are all over the place when perfectly good bands like MiniBar can't break even. Go far away.
My tongue is long enough that I can eat a pudding cup without a spoon.
I'm really not as airheaded (or quite as smug) as I must seem in this bio.
If you'd like to LJ-friend me, kindly drop me a comment. An "OMG, I like drinking chai tea in cemetaries while listening to Leonard Cohen too!" sort of thing is rather nice when meeting a stranger, and is definitely nice when you're entreating access to one's more personal missives.
Let the self-deprecating humor begin.
Last CD bought: Pete Yorn "Back and Fourth" Last vinyl record bought: Don Covey "Superdude" Last movie seen: "No Impact Man" Last book read: Uhhh...I forgot. Currently reading: My big-ass Astronomy textbook.