Ok lets start out this way.... My name is SAMI, not Sam, not Samantha, no Spam, there is an exception to the Spamanator, but nothing else.... please don't call me baby, honey, sexy unless I know you. I don;t like strangers who get my attention by the way I look, yet I love getting others attention by the way they look.
I am a simple minded outspoken, opionated girl, who sits quietly in the corner but always has to be heard. I have a fear of socks but I loce slippers. I own a lot of flip flops that I will now have no purpose to wear since I am moving back to the mountains.
I hat sno cones but I love the snow. I hate blood but I love the color red. I hate honesty yet I am the most butrally honest person in the world. I have great stories, are they true, only I know.
I am a coder, a computer geek, a cuddle whore, attention whore, a perfectionist, OCD fanatic, and a mormon.
Yes I am LDS, and I am proud to be LDS I may not be perfect but I am in my own ways. I am trying to distingush myself from everyone else in the world and I am doing good so far.
I have 11 pericings. Yes 11.... you can guess but I will never tell you where they all are. I have no tats but I know I will have atleast one soon enough to complete a bet with ones of my loves.
I am currently in Phoenix but I am moving back to Elko on the 27th. That is where my heart is and where I feel I belong to make myself a better person. In other words... thats where I am happy."Like all of us in this storm between birth and death, I can wreak no great changes on the world, only small changes for the better, I hope, in the lives of those I love."
Please take notice:
A.) That I do NOT smoke. That's right, my profile now proudly reads "No/Yes" in the "Smoke/Drink" section. Yay.
B.) Dear World,
Some simple arithmetic... You + Are = You're.
Thank you,
Management
C.) I realize that 80% of the writing on my profile is quotes from other people, I know this. I plan I to interpose some more of my own words sometime in the notsofar off future.
The Bäng Bäng:
Life sucks and then you die. Wait, maybe life sucks when you die. I don't know. I do know that life isn't worth living unless you can stare at it right into it's cruel, dark, evil eyes, and laugh. If there is a God, he's up there rolling around, ribs hurting, eyes watering, laughing and snorting at how dumb we all can be. I like to set back and watch people be dumb.
Sometimes I partake in the debauchery, too.
I like to read. I like to read about unreal events and people, who are written about in a very real way. IIf that didn't make sense to you, that's fine, because it didn't make any sense to me, either.
Pop culture can go fuck itself. I like to break things. I also like to take things apart and never put them back together. Hearts, and relationships are my favorite.
There's a difference between "favorite" and "favourite" I literally just learned that. One of my goals in life is to learn to read and write Ndebele. That's not true. My father was a fireman, he was 6'-5", solid muscle, saved cute buildings from burning babies, made eight-trillion-dollars an hour, pissed vodka, and is the only human alive to have ever kicked Chuck Norris' ass. That's not true, either, but it's better than the real thing, so thats the story I tell. Which is the same theory I apply to telling people what I do for a living; I tell them that a.) I trap gypsies, or b.) I live under a bridge and eat squrriels, either of which is better than ther real deal.
Well, that's me! If you want to know more, feel free to send a message so I can give you an unnesessarily rude and sarcastic reply because nine times out of ten I'll hate everything you stand for and would probably rather drink my own piss than carry on a "conversation" with you.
"In going where you have to go, and doing what you have to do, and seeing what you have to see, you dull and blunt the instrument you write with. But I would rather have it bent and dull and know I had put it on the grindstone again and hammered it into shape and put a whetstone to it, and know that I had something to write about, than to have it bright and shining and nothing to say, or smooth and well oiled in the closet, but unused."
-Ernest Hemingway
I wish I could have said that myself, but if I did, that would be all I have to say.
I figured I'd also write something while I'm in a good mood. So, here you go, I'm compiling a list of things that are good for the soul. Feel free to send suggestions.
1.) Wine
2.) Tazo tea
3.) Kurt Vonnegut
4.) Masturbaing Monkey keychains
5.) Italian food
6.) Random hour (or two) road trips to nowhere at midnight.
-6a.) Mapquest Mobile
7.) Louis C.K., specifically, the Lucky Louis Show
Another dead hero:
Bills Hicks on Evolution...watch it motherfucker!
