Monica

Hmmm...what to say?
I've never been very good at talking about myself. Perhaps that's why my resume looks like a piece of shit. Anyway, seeing as i'm not trying to sell my skills, wares or body on myspace, perhaps i should just suck it up and write something.
I'm a journalist, film critic and artist. I constantly narrate my life in my head and wish that i could finally get out of that perpetual state of foggy confusion that is being twenty-something. Consequently, i can't wait until i turn 30 so i have can a big birthday party where everyone buys me presents.
I have an absurd sense of humour, no coordination and the unfortunate pre-disposition to tripping up stairs, getting my heels stuck in cracks, or stumbling over thin air. These moments of embarrassment always occur in public places where people laugh, point and stare.
Likes: The sound of feet crunching on gravel, the smell of the 19th century, a woman's neck (even though I dislike the word neck...reminds me of a turkey), boxes full of art supplies, blank notebooks ready for ideas, sandy pathways carpeted with tree roots, the blackberry thicket of my childhood, the smell of dandelions when you squish them between your hands, neo-gothic architecture, Edwardian puffs, comic book nerds, ...
Dislikes: My co-worker for plastering the walls of our office with five identical posters that read: "Disneyland, the place where dreams come true", meat and over-cooked three veg, being treated like a princess, windcheaters, bad grammar and spelling, dirty sheets, people who treat their floor like a wardrobe, 40 and 50-something women who wear sundresses and raffia hats and carry their lunch to work in wicker baskets covered with chequered tea towels, excessive use of the phrase "God bless [insert person, place or thing here],People Who Use Capital Letters When They're Not Needed...
Read my website for more info on me.
Below are some of my illustrations and sketches.
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