EJG

Posted on | January 21, 2004 | No Comments

In trying to discover stories hidden within, I have found that writing profiles helps me define a person in my own words. It is not as important to me what you mean to you; rather your impression on me is what I am trying to explain. With this kind of observation comes, oftentimes, criticisms. I am not known for my gentle nature, so my honesty will be as it always is: harsh.

It’s my opinion. My view. My interpretation of what you are to me. I am not going to justify what I feel and say here. That is not why I started this thing, anyway. You don’t like it, and then don’t read. End of Story.

In all fairness, I should do myself first.

She likes computers, hates the phone, but thrives on communication. While she loves her Vespa, she realizes (after 2 accidents) that cars are better at keeping the skin on your knees. Her biggest problem at the moment is motivation and she needs it to keep away from cigarettes and running at least 4 nights a week. (the running has been lacking lately). She feels conflicted by her want of techy gadgets but her utter loathing for the consumerist nature of this country. She thinks Jesus was a groovy fellow back in his time, but knows for certain he was not the son of God. Her God, well he has many sons because he is a horny son-of-a-bitch. She has not spoken to her father in a decade and misses him sometimes but will probably never open that can of worms again. She tells tall tales but tells the truth about the big things. Don’t come to her when you are crying because she feels powerless to help people in tears. If you need a plan, then she’s your woman but she is uncomfortable with weepy displays of emotion. She doesn’t mind crying at the movies anymore and realizes she’s an utter bitch when angry. Sometimes she wakes up in the morning and is suprised that David has stuck wtih her for so long. She’s a pain in the ass, and she knows this, but she feels grateful, none the less, that he is still there when she needs someone to cuddle (Yes, she cuddles, but in a violent way.) She thinks punching her boyfriend is funny, and chasing the dog is funnier. She is still scared of the dark, and doesn’t sleep well when alone. She used to always fall alseep with the light on, or the TV. Even now, when she’s in the house alone, there has to be noise. When she was 19 a friend gave her a roofie, you know the rest of that kind of story. She doesn’t have a type really, but she has always had a hard-on for bald men (She thinks it started with Yule Brenner). She absolutly hates palm trees and cockroaches. She usually thinks she is right and hates political debates because she usually wants to punch people. Her temper is a little short and she sweats on her nose. She means well, but oftentimes screws up. She is still terrified of failure. All in all she wants to be a good person but likes to be catty. She loves chocolate milk

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