Most recent photo from 2009
A single thirty something recovering military brat who resides between a predominantly yuppie neighborhood outside of Washington DC and the desert in the chill (although far from chilly) Southwest . Graduate of an accredited art conservatory. Passionate about writing, books, art, travel, fashion, photography, wine, and spicy ethnic cuisine. A self professed autodidact, I voraciously partake in hobbies such as target shooting, playing piano, driving fast, gambling, pumping iron, photography, and I unabashedly shop as if it were an Olympic sport. A hardcore PS3 gamer, I can spend inordinate amounts of time ignoring civilization (speaking of which, I’m nuts about the Sid Meier game and I tend to rule well as the leader of India, that is, unless I have the misfortune of power hungry syphilitic tyrant Alexander the Great as my neighbor.)
Having lived in Europe, I embrace an open and liberal attitude toward life – and I like my wine. I best get along with hedonists, eclectic people, and freaks. I love analyzing/debating politics and law and figuring out angles. I like irreverence and I like anything with an edge. I am a firm believer in reincarnation. I might come across as shallow but you only see what I let you see. I can be incredibly compassionate or shockingly apathetic. Adventurous, amoral, complex, free spirited, loyal, impassioned, mercurial, restless, and romantic…just a few words to describe me. Things that piss me off? Child abusers, judgmental/intolerant/uptight people, cowardly or passive aggressive behavior, irresponsibly spreading your seed/ popping out babies, neighbors who complain about my noise, and mediocre wine.
In 1999 I had plans to relocate to New York or LA with my young Italian boyfriend in tow to pursue dreams of stardom; that is, until I found myself facing the battle a life time. A near fatal bout with ulcerative colitis (a disease I’d struggled with for five years) virtually wiped out that ambition and today I continue to struggle with the physical aftermath of that life altering event. I prefer to think of myself as “challenged” rather than “crippled” but it’s hard to make a distinction on the days when I am so overwhelmed by pain that I must confine myself to the house. This has somewhat prevented me from seeking meaningful relationships…after all, if I can’t trust God to protect me, how can one trust humans?
I blog because it’s the perfect medium for therapy and entertainment and payback. That’s right…if you’ve burned me in the past you might read about it on here. Ha! I forgive but little do I forget. I rarely mince words and have no qualms with telling people to go fuck themselves.
With some modicum of panache, of course.
Nicknames: Blitzkrieg Barbie, Exotic Diva, and the lovely and simple Kitten.
January 28, 2007 at 7:04 pm |
“Well I see you’ve got your brand new leopard skin pill box hat.”
I’m sure your tone is more than correct although I have no idea what you are saying, yet. I like to link and hope to hear from you soon. Great picture.
February 10, 2007 at 11:49 pm |
Hmm. Sorry I didn’t respond but thank you. You will hear from me soon. And thanks for the link.
PS What I’m saying is, How the hell does one get out of here? Look at the date and figure it out.
February 25, 2007 at 12:46 pm |
Damn. I might just be able to see why guys find you difficult
. But it is nice to come across someone with a kick left in them
February 26, 2007 at 2:30 am |
Bernard, I have just begun the fight!
April 12, 2007 at 12:05 am |
This is great.
April 21, 2007 at 11:30 am |
If they made me wear that had, I’d have that expression too.
April 21, 2007 at 11:31 am |
hat*
I should never try to make jokes at 4:30 in the morning.
April 11, 2009 at 10:50 pm |
I met Blitzkrieg Barbie once. I quickly realized there was no way to keep up for this conservative guy.
September 19, 2009 at 7:15 pm |
Hi… if this gets past your moderation filter, please feel free to delete it, I’m just wondering if you’re all right or if you’ve taken off for another blog.