About
My Id is a sadist, my Ego, an egotist, and to top it off, my Superego is just a sexually frustrated narcissist.
*Formerly Tindomerel
Many people dream of traveling far from home...I dream of not having one.
I've had a love-hate relationship with Gaia since '03 (that makes me a true oldbie, gosh I'm cool!). I have to take very short visits followed by very long breaks, or I would loose my mind. That's why they call me whiskers.
I love LOST. PM me to talk nerdy about it.
Democratic-Socialist, pro-death penalty, pro-euthanasia/mercy killing/assisted suicide, pro-stem cell research, anti-(the current)war, pro-gay marriage, though against marriage of any kind personally. PHEW. Any other questions?
I went to and graduated from Le Cordon Bleu. I'm a culinary genius and I work in the banquet kitchen of a five diamond hotel. So, yeah, you're pretty much pwnt there.
I don't eat blue or green candy.
Religiously, I believe that the true existence of any form of deity is inherently unknowable, and utterly irrelevant to how we should live our lives.
"Religious suffering is, at one and the same time, the expression of real suffering and a protest against real suffering. Religion is the sign of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, and the soul of soulless conditions. It is the opium of the people."
I have a hard-on for nutrition. Pretty impressive considering I'm female.
"I
do fear bears. They're giant, marauding, godless killing machines. Owls are a waste of my time."
I like taking caps of funny stuff in GD. Laugh
here.Serial killers are fascinating.
Indie as ********, no lie.
Richard Chase was the craziest ******** to ever live.
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That's where the truth lies, right down here in the gut. Do you know you have more nerve endings in your gut than you have in your head? You can look it up. Now, I know some of you are going to say, "I did look it up, and that's not true." That's 'cause you looked it up in a book. Next time, look it up in your gut. I did. My gut tells me that's how our nervous system works.
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And the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber, and took me on high, and higher still until we moved to the spaces betwixt the air itself. And he brought me into a vast farmland of our own midwest, and as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand, nay
a million voices full of fear, and terror possesed me then.
And I begged, "Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?"
And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots! You see, Reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day and to them.it.is.the.holocaust."
And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat like the tears of one million
terrified brothers and roared, "Hear me now, I have
seen the light! They
have a consciousness, they
have a life, they
have a soul! Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers!
"Can I get an amen?"
"Amen!""Can I get a hallelujah?"
"Hallelujah!""Thank you Jesus. "
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