Cobaye from Hell !

Okay, « In english pleaaaaaaaaase » said my friends. Well… To begin, for English ones my pseudo is not so funny as in French. A “cobaye” (pronounce “cowbye”) is a guinea pig. It sounds like “Cowboy” and so far, “cowboy from Hell”. Nope, I’m stupid but proud of it ! ;-) Thus, who I am? It’s just a huge question… I'm made of music, my blood is music but as James says “But am I who I think I am?!”. My friends call me “Cat Hell” (for Katell, my first name), the space chick, and so on. These are all pieces of my identity. I don’t search for being someone or being famous, I try to be…me, something unidentified but happy to be so. The most you have to do, it’s trying to know me and we will see if you gonna be fad or angry! So, I don’t identify myself to any political, religious or musical movement. I was gothic when I was young but it was just a mistake due to my “countryside” origins…lol. No way,I believe that the real gothics are dead now and those who develop today are just material fakes from the formers. From this period of my life, I have kept a real taste for extreme music which is the heart of my world. To my point, I don’t completely identify myself to a musical movement because I don’t listen to only metal music but also “wog’n woll baby yeah !” (Lemmy K., 61 years old, santiag’s veteran). I need music everyday to be fine in my Doc martens’ shoes and all music is good since 1) it speaks to me 2) it shakes/touches me. If I had to briefly describe me I will say: sociopath agoraphobic ;-), sincere, happy, bed-food-lust-addicted, R'n'B/rap/hip-hop/reggae-phobic. I will not talk about my job because if I do, from now nobody will be saved by the scientific research! J'aime/I like : - mon homme/ my boyfriend - le fait que Columbo aie appelé son chien Le Chien ou qu'un crocodile domestique s'appelle Sac-à-main / the fact that Columbo has named is dog 'The Dog' or that a domestic crocodile is called 'Hand bag' - manger, dormir, boire et les plaisirs de la chair avec mon homme/ eating, sleeping, drinking and having sex with my boyfriend - Aller à Paris (déjà, ça c'est cool!) et manger des céréales avec Vincent en regardant des trucs tous pourris sur son PC /Going to Paris (just doing that is good !) and watching a lot of silly things on computer with vincent while eating cereals ! - Bob l'éponge/ Sponge Bob Square pants - mettre les pieds dans une mare et me faire chatouiller par les crevettes / putting my feet in the sea and let the shrimps tickle them - les jeux de mots pourris / Very bad punts - raconter des conneries avec mes amis quand j'ai bu/ Saying silly things with my friends while I'm drunk - Regarder les Simpsons et faire des cochoncetés après/ Watching the Simpson's family on the TV and having sex just after - les pizzas au camembert/ clacos pizzas - aller voir un dessin animé au ciné et me gaver de bonbons acidulés avec le fils de mon chéri/ going to the cinema watching a cartoon while eating candys with my boyfriend's son - me préparer le matin sur une musique de Down/ Getting ready on morning with Down's music - me perdre dans mes pensées/ Mind wanderingJ'aime pas/ I dislike: - ma gueule / my face - être un peu nulle au billard/ not being skilled in pool -les (vieilles) bourges de Caen qui sont devant moi et qui puent la cocotte/(Old) rich women in Caen, near me and full of bad perfume - l'azote liquide sous les pieds/ liquid nitrogenize under my feet - le style hip-hop / hip-hop style - parler politique / talking about political things - la connerie humaine, ça me fout hors de moi/ Human being's silly things, I'm madly in anger with that ! - les gens qui font une liste interminable de groupes qu'ils écoutent genre "Regardez un peu comme j'en connais plein, j'suis trop fort" / People who make an endless list of their favorite bands, suggesting that they know each existing band and that they're so proud of it myspace generators