I'm a neo-soft-butch-wannabe-girljock-lesbohemian-tweener-dork... but I HATE labels!
I visit the gym religiously... @ Christmas & Easter.
I smoke, drink, swear like a sailor, and am prone to bouts of unrestrained retail gluttony.
I distrust vegetarians who wear leather and PETA members who eat meat.
I have crappy taste in music, clothes, and home decor.
I'm the type of friend who will swipe your cigarettes, drink your beer, raid your refrigerator, and eat all the meat out of your leftover Chinese food (and then return the cartons to the shelf).
I speak candidly about whatever you don't feel comfortable discussing... but will run away screaming if you talk to me about anything *I* have no interest in.
I'm violently allergic to stupidity.
Clowns are creepy, spiders scare me, and mimes just piss me off.
I have the attention span of a gn...oh look! Bright shiny object!
I have a beautiful daughter, a psychotic cat, and a treat-whore dog... all are spoiled rotten.