Meredith

I rock
In addition to that, well, where the hell do I begin...
I was born a nice irish-italian girl in the bayous of San Francisco...
Then I grew up in a small town in South Florida that reared lots of crazy fuckers, myself included; no matter where I go where another Stuart, Floridiot has been, people are like, "whoa, you fuckers are crazy"; I'm pretty sure it was the nuclear power plant. I decided to move to California to go to college but my dad said, "Hell no, those Californians are crazy fuckers" so I picked Boston - almost the same except no beach, no sun, no warm, no blondes, and no flip flops. But, funny enough, lots of crazy fuckers, only there they're known as "wicked crazy fuckas". I enjoyed the hell out of it anyway, got a great degree, and learned a ton. Such a fun city and still small enough to not feel like you don't matter. Met some of my favorite people there, learned how to mountain bike and snowboard, which changed my life in the best ways! But one evening, after yet another tedious, boring, uneventful day as an engineer, I rented a movie called "Office Space" and it was me. Thus began an itch that turned into a body-encompassing rash that compelled me to rethink my entire career and geographic location, so I scratched that itch, baby! I don't HAVE to hate my job for the rest of my life like all the fuckers around me, I can do something I want, and if I like it enough, I'll do well enough to buy a house, a boat, a car, and a hot tub. Seemed simple enough, so I quit my job and moved to California, finally! Oh, except in between I felt the need to live in Vail for a winter with a bunch of my retard friends from Massachusetts just to make sure I got all the immaturity, snowboarding, alcohol and drugs out of my system. I'm still not sure it worked. Okay, so I've only worked in bike shops and bars and restaurants, but it is only a matter of time when I go back to engineering... I can't just let the geeks keep running the world! I'm like Bill Gates with a sweet rack!!!!!!
So here I am. I have no inner monologue, so my thoughts come straight out of my mouth with no filter, which leads the phrase, "Did I say that out loud?" coming out of my mouth several times a day; Not that "I'll see you in hell", "Whatever helps you sleep at night", "Kick em in the balls", and "Sit on my face" don't get their fair share of time coming out of my mouth. That last phrase is used entirely for comic effect but instead illicits either looks of confusion or disgust, or, well, both. I'm a little nuts, I'm definately loud, I love my couch and my TiVo, I love my friends and my hilarious family and I'm glad they love me back. I love my bike and my snowboard and my wakeboard and any people that go with me to use them. I love music, even though it's only one kind, and the people that go with me to enjoy it. I love playing Tetris on my cell phone and I love chowing on super spicy food until my face turns bright red and I'm covered in sweat. I want to make people laugh so hard they pee their pants, even (or especially) at my expense. I want to give hugs and be hugged. I love to make out with someone I love, I want to run home every hour and play with my kitties cuz they are the cutest things in the world. I want to give enough to make people happy but not so much I get taken advantage of. I want to figure out why we can't be as nice to each other as we really want to so that we don't freak people out. I want, I need, blah, blah, blah!!!!