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these things are always awkward for me to write, because as i do, i know that whatever i reveal about myself makes me that much more vulnerable to whomever is reading it. for this reason i keep like to keep my life, and self, vaguely defined, partially private, and i don't provide ammunition to those few unsavoury characters who are looking to hurt or upset me. that being said, whatever you might want to know about me that is not covered here, is most likely not meant to be public knowledge. please read my disclaimer before asking me about anything.

midge defined
i'm 24 years old, married, a mother, canadian recently liberated from the southern us. i am unapologeticly fat, sensitive, loud and foul mouthed, snobby, reclusive, obsessed with japanese culture, bilingual, loyal, emotional and child like. i haven't worn my natural haircolor since i was 11 or 12 years old and at present time it's fried to a straw like consistency that won't hold color and feathers out like crazy. i look like a quail in the morning. i can and often do break into tears at the drop of a hat, happy, sad, it doesn't matter. i'm a gemini. i tweeze my eyebrows, sometimes too much. i've driven across the US, twice. i get grouchy and frustrated for stupid reasons. i believe infomercials. i hate capital letters. i used to drink, i used to smoke, i used to diet, i used to hate myself, i'm better now. heights make me dizzy and psycho. music speaks to me. i fish for compliments. i need to be reassured all the time. i pick up local dialect and accents wherever i go. i speak two languages fluently. my b.o. smells like onions. i hate bugs. i believe in the death penalty. i do too many things at once, all half assed. i enjoy drama, watching more than living it mind you. i hold grudges. i get shy sometimes. i can tattoo. i like to think up scams. i believe i am a better human being than most. i am attached to very few people, but i would do anything for them. i love buying gifts. peanuts give me headaches. i'm impatient. i have a repetetive stress injury in my wrist. i talk too much shit and gossip too often.

detailed biography
i was born in quebec canada in 1977 to an unmarried, single hippy mother in a catholic family. early on there were plots to have me removed from her custody and put up for adoption, but thankfully, none of them came to be. we moved around a lot, and i never stayed in the same school for more than one year until i was 11 years old. i remain an only child to this very day.

i've had my share of misfortune, the kind that puts you in a hospital for weeks. i had terrible self esteem issues, with weight and abandonment, on top of the typical teenage angst and self doubt. it wasn't an easy time for me, but it also wasn't as bad as it could have been, i had my crutches, and i got by. i did a lot of drugs, drank moderately, and fucked around, doing the usual things rowdy kids do: stealing lawn ornaments, loitering and skipping classes. oddly enough i did well in school and graduated highschool with honors and a provincial scholarship.

i went to university for a semester, dropped out. it wasn't that it was hard, i passed all my classes even though i attended maybe a third of them, i just wasn't into it. i was chatting online with gimps on irc, looking for salvation from the isolation and boredom i felt. i didn't want a future, i wanted to be rescued. i moved across the country to be with some, they were nerds, i left quickly. i kept going back to it though, even though everyone i met was a dissapointment, rarely anything like what they presented themselves to be. i don't keep in touch with any of them, except for the one i married.

he was perhaps the biggest surprise. i was planning to visit some nerds near him, and though we had only spoken briefly, he was a lot of laughs online, had a couch we could crash on and worked in a bar. to this day i still think he only insisted i visit so he could get some free tattoos, because everytime we talked he reminded me bring your tattoo gun. we hit it off and got hitched, had a kid shortly thereafter.

we're married in a different way than most people, or at least i like to think so. we are eachother's best friends, and rarely tire of eachother's company. we don't fuck around or cuss eachother out. we don't fight and break shit. we have a very stable nurturing relationship, and husband is probably what has kept and made me as sane, confident and happy as i am today, which is more than i ever have been before in my life. i have no regrets, and glowing gratitude everyday.

i didn't really do anything with myself career wise, he worked, i stayed home and took care of the baby. it was so much more fun that way. sometimes he gets laid off, i go work at a crappy job, which at first was wal-mart, but i quit that after reaching my breaking point with the two faced back stabbing freaks that work there. they gave me terrible references making it hard for me to find another job, but i finally buckled down and got my shit together and found something. i got a job at an in home senior care giving service. it was a non medical job that revolved around helping old people who can't quite take care of themselves anymore, stay out of nursing homes. i worked late and night and got paid to sit on a comfortable couch and read dirty books for the most part. it was easy and i liked it okay, plus it fed my then love affair with the idea of being a nurse.

we moved back to canada in late may. we drove all the way and stopped for a few days in colorado to visit family. the drive was tedious, frightening and interesting all at the same time. we had nothing and flew by the seat of our pants, with all our worldly posessions in a u-haul truck with cheese for shocks and never more then a few hundred dollars in our pockets.

since we've been in canada i've gotten a job at claire's, a place i said i'd never work at again (see a trend developping here?), partially because it was easy, they were looking, i had previous experience, and not as scary as starting a new job for real. i don't like it most of the time, because it's sleazy: peddling crap is no fun, and it breaks my heart to punch holes in little girls and babies ears. but it's a job and that's what i'm in the market for. i might try to score a better one sometime. i recently applied for authorization to re-register as a returning student at the university i dropped out of so many years ago. i'm still not certain what field i want to study, though i am leaning toward psychology right now.

stuff i dig
fruits & passion products. maneki neko, the fortune cat. wonka candy. liquid eyeliner. sanrio products (badbadtz maru especially). diet coke. bettie page. gel pens (especially gelly roll). stickers. winmx. powerpuff girls. glitter. making candles and soap. beating the system. the china dynasty buffet. lane bryant under things. literati. dollar stores. anything from clairol's herbal essences line. devotional art. lip gloss. reality shows. leopard skin prints. food. dexter's laboratory. swedish fish. hot rod flames. coop art. sushi. sculpey polymer clay. music that doesn't suck.

things i hate
car repairs. wrestling. bright red lipstick. bugs. lawyers (except for suntock) and government agencies. being bored. dirty dishes. lime green vehicles. sunburns. doctors. dryer lint. roots. bills. people who gossip too much and never know what they're talking about. driving slow. the jerks who deliver our mail. invasive software. televised sports. blatant misuses of big words. college. insecurity. hang nails. sesame street. stupid movies. headaches. flatulence. taxes. people i don't know who im me because they want things. criticism. people who support a war they know nothing about. @home.

movies i've loved
taxi driver. being john malkovich. bar fly. arlington road. rushmore. apocalypse now. suicide kings. the royal tennebaums. clerks. the big lebowski. animal house. good will hunting. mall rats. breakfast club. heat. the shawshank redemption. grosse point blank. the wedding singer. repo man. bringing out the dead. office space. river's edge. the piano. cop land. the bad lieutenant. casino. good fellas. jay and silent bob strike back. blow. tommy boy. black sheep. silence of the lambs. hannibal. search and destroy. memento. ravenous. the warriors. flirting with disaster. rock and roll highschool. joe dirt.

music i enjoy
the ramones. moby. boss hog. the who. bjork. violent femmes. ruby. fiona apple. johnny cash. cyndi lauper. donovan. david bowie. fear. beck. the clash. the strokes. butthole surfers. weeping tile. belly. elvis costello. bob dylan. the coasters. townes van zandt. weezer. ac/dc. jimmi hendrix. devo. iggy pop. hayden. bis. morcheeba. mazzy star. the doors. shonen knife. the cranberries. coldplay. shadowy men on a shadowy planet. mc 900 ft jesus. cake. i also loot husband's playlist on a regular basis.

books i've read recently
the fuck-up by arthur nersersian. notes from the underground by fyodor dosoevsky. ham on rye by charles bukowski. crime & punishment by fyodor dostoevsky. breakfast of chamions by kurt vonnegaut. ask the dust by john fante. post office by charles bukowski. slaughterhouse five by kurt vonnegut. one flew over the cuckoo's nest by ken kesey. blue beard by kurt vonnegut. the gambler by fyodor dostoevsky.

television i watch
dexter's laboratory. survivor. days of our lives. the simpsons. news radio. powerpuff girls. law & order (reruns on a&e, the new ones suck). daria. er. kids in the hall. real world/road rules. johnny bravo. i like investigative report type shows like dateline, but it's all relative to what the topic is. young ones. love cruise. freaks & geeks. that 70's show. beat the geeks. the critic. space ghost coast to coast. home movies (the cartoon). the family guy.

treasured belongings
black shirt with "glam" in silver studs on it. computer (despite it's many many many flaws). bettie page cut-out fridge magnets and t-shirt marsha sent me. 2 pairs of platform dr. marten shoes. mojo-jojo keychain. badtz maru coin purse. hello kitty steering wheel cover. powerpuff girls dvd's. my websites & domain. fish tank and all the friends it houses. get better teddy bear. cowboy paisley comforter. ultimate badtz maru kit. red rubber devil duck. lucky flat buddha, and the lucky ceramic boy and girl ornaments marsha bought me. maneki neko coin bank. sea monster bracelet. my cake cd's. my schizo doraemon alarm clock. my torrid shirts.

pets
i have a lovely tabby/calico kitten named lucky and some snails in a jar on top of the fridge.