Pamela

ME DESCRIBED IN PICTURE FORMAT
*PLEASE NOTE: If you're one of those guys who thinks a short-worded message that doesn't involve the proper amount of pronouns, adjectives, conjunctions (basically 5th grade level grammar)is enough to entice me to communicate with you, think again. I don't respond to messages that are reminiscent of construction worker jargon so unless you've written something remotely fascinating, please don't bother to do so. I'm not a snob, I'm just a girl who's tired of perverts.*
I recently went on biography.com and found out who my Dead Celebrity Soulmate was...here was the result, I cracked up reading his "profile." (For those of you Philistines out there, it's Edgar Allan Poe)
My most humbling moment... When my cousin and wife, the love of my life, Virginia, succumbed to tuberculosis. Oh, Virginia! A day naught goes by but I hear your sweet cry!
My greatest accomplishment... There was this bird bothering me for some time, but I finally decided to write about it and ended up making a decent amount of money.
My ideal date would include... After dinner slow and stately, as have been my dinners lately, we would sit and over coffee share our thoughts a little more. 'Til I'd note with fearful gasping, how your voice was gently rasping, rasping in a dusty tone, like Virginia long before. I'd have to see you... nevermore!
The celebrity I resemble most... Harry Dean Stanton
If I could be anywhere at the moment... At Virginia's graveside.
The book on my bedside table... A collection of works by Edward Gorey and the first couple of volumes of the Lemony Snicket series.
The things I can't live without... A novelty skull with a candle sticking out of the top (I forget who gave it to me); my cameo of Virginia
Fill in the blanks. Madness is sexy... melancholia is sexier.
In my home you will find... An unusually new-looking brick wall, which you must never go near. A soft, moist spot on the floorboards, which you must keep covered by the rug at all times. A black cat, which you must feed regularly lest he torment you with the madness-inducing mews of hell. I call him Fluffertop.