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Kim

If you can't be a good example, at least be a terrible warning.

About Me


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Old school.
I don't fit neatly into a 'category'. An only child with little family, I'm very adept at entertaining myself. Not crazy about the general public; somewhat of a lone spirit and happily content with that fact. I've got some great friends that have stuck with me through the years of good & bad, and that's all I need. In general I care far more about animals than people, and I think the reasons for that should be blatantly obvious.Creative spirit and sugar freak. I'm a formally trained pastry chef & baker, and though no longer working in that field professionally, it's still where my heart lies. Collector of vintage and antique things, prettily-colored baubles, dusty stuff, old books and fabrics, photographs, and anything with an interesting history or story behind it. Have lived around. I'm still looking for my home. I've got gypsy blood and a short attention span. Always discontent, never satisfied, and total insomniac. ______________ _____________

My Interests

Music, art, design, decor, revamping of old stuff, vintage & antique things. Anything creative and right-brained. Weird history. Haunted things. Old places. Old houses. Character. Cake. Books. Bunnies. Tatts / ink, Harleys, cool old cars. Dragons. Anything to do with pastry arts and sugary stuff in general. Anything involving homemade puff pastry. Good beer and interesting cocktails. Cranberry and Stoli. Hockey. Lovers & fighters. Being curious about my heritage... France-o-phile. Cute accents. Chrome. Velvet. Far-away places. Caffeine. Colors. Daydreaming. Sleep because I can't...

I'd like to meet:

Ok, since you asked... someone, tall, employed, into music, artistic, fun, amusing, smart, easy-going, a good cook and madly in love with me. And a Harley wouldn't be a bad thing, either. Is that so much to ask?? Any snotty, grape-stomping, pastry-rolling, cheese-eating, fancy-chicken-chasing French ancestor(s). Someone with an authentic old gypsy wagon for sale so I can paint it and put it in my front yard - jingle jingle. Charles Bukowski, Rasputin, Ernest Hemingway, Anais Nin, Andy Warhol, Lemmy, Sylvia Plath, Poe, Jim Morrison, Wendy O, Toulouse Lautrec, Divine, John Waters, Mozart, Van Gogh, Shakespeare, and Oscar Wilde, to name a few.

Music:



I like a pretty diverse array of sounds, from speedrock, punkrock, straight-up rawknroll, (non-cheezy) metal, to classical. Some stuff I like... Motorhead, Zeke, High on Fire, St. Vitus, The Spits, Antiseen, Turbonegro, Dwarves, Peter Pan Speedrock, Speedealer, Candy Snatchers, AC/DC, Limecell, Cocknoose, Hammerlock, Hookers, Melvins, Clutch, L7, Black Halos, Cellophane Suckers, Nashville Pussy, Puffball, Nine Pound Hammer, Pantera, Sepultura, Slayer, Nailbomb, Social Distortion, Celtic Frost, Supersuckers, Bulemics, Riverboat Gamblers, Fu Manchu, Warrior Soul, Speedball, Glasspack, Electric Frankenstein, Hellacopters, Sonny Vincent, Rose Tattoo, old Bowie, old Alice Cooper, Dead Boys, NY Dolls, Johnny Thunders / Heartbreakers, Stooges, blah blah. Roky Erickson. Most of the early-type punkrawk like 999, Damned, Buzzcocks, Professionals, Vibrators, Ramones, etc. Nina Simone. Sisters of Mercy. Etc., etc. Everything was way cooler on vinyl.
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Movies:

A Clockwork Orange. Anything odd, off-the-wall, in questionable taste, humorous, goofy, and / or somewhat bent. Any Monty Python, all the old John Waters flicks - Mondo Trasho, Multiple Maniacs, Pink Flamingos, Female Trouble, Desperate Living, Polyester. Apocalypse Now, Barfly, Spinal Tap, Wild at Heart, Blue Velvet, Pulp Fiction, Harold and Maude, Eraserhead, Natural Born Killers, What's Eating Gilbert Grape, Chocolat, Runaway Train; anything weird, anything scary, anything about vampires, anything involving Johnny Depp, Antonio Banderas, or Nicholas Cage (with or without words and volume... who cares?!).

Television:

Not much into t.v., but since I'm an insomniac... Ace of Cakes, Miami Ink, American Chopper, 6 Feet Under. Hockey.

Books:

Anything by Bukowski. Anais Nin. Basketball Diaries by Jim Carroll. Any Poe. Anything scary. Anne Rice. The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. The Making of a Pastry Chef. The Birth of Venus by S. Dunant. The Story of Nicholas and Alexandra. I collect old poetry and art books. Graham Joyce, especially The Tooth Fairy. Larousse Gastronomique; my zillions of cookbooks.

Heroes:

My grandma - she was a badass female before her time. Anyone that figures out how to turn their dreams into reality. Anyone that helps those who can't help themselves. People with the balls to stand up for things that matter. Everyone that's gone through way too much shit in life, yet persists & prevails. Me, for still being alive to ponder this topic.

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My Blog

Why is this so hard to grasp?

I wonder why it's so difficult for some people to understand the concept of personal space.  Personal space in relation to my life and the most personal details of said life.  Major changes ...
Posted by Kim on Mon, 12 Mar 2007 09:38:00 PST

Silence is loud

Dreaming the soundwith my mood, with my headno matter my earsor my heart that lies dead.How do you feeland who the fuck cares,my mind shuts you outlike more blank subway stares.Another sin, another wa...
Posted by Kim on Sat, 10 Mar 2007 08:27:00 PST

Barefoot (but not pregnant)

So I just got back from 'down south' and I had a most Mark-Twain-novel time there.  I saw a real live cotton field for the first time in my life (in Arkansas!!), and it was actually a ...
Posted by Kim on Wed, 07 Feb 2007 08:33:00 PST

Is that all there is?

Christmas... God, I feel so, well, deflated. I do this every year and never learn.  I get myself all hyped-up, as though anything will be any different than it ever is or always has been.&nb...
Posted by Kim on Tue, 26 Dec 2006 11:16:00 PST

Still aimless after all these years...

Grand Plans.  I don't have one.  I clearly need one.  I don't know how to get one.  I obsessively wonder why some people seem to have one and how that came to be.  And why don...
Posted by Kim on Tue, 12 Dec 2006 04:53:00 PST

It tastes like being 7.

I lie on the grass in the dark, waiting and still.  I can see the ghost of my warm breath in the night air.  I feel the cold earth on my back through my jacket, the icy air in my lungs....
Posted by Kim on Fri, 01 Dec 2006 08:36:00 PST

About your pictures...

I look at your picture because somehow it inspires me.  It reminds me of the way I used to feel once, back when I still felt things at all.  It would sound more poetic to say that looki...
Posted by Kim on Tue, 28 Nov 2006 10:58:00 PST

I feel like such a badass

I can ride a motorcycle!  Woo hooo!!  I figured out the damn gear shifting and controls!!  Hey, it might not sound like a big deal to someone else, but I'd never even driven a damn manu...
Posted by Kim on Thu, 28 Sep 2006 07:44:00 PST

Morning at my house

So here I am.  Standing in the back yard with a water pitcher in my hand, refilling the algae-green bird bath without cleaning it first.  I'm too tired to care.  I haven't even con...
Posted by Kim on Sun, 17 Sep 2006 12:02:00 PST

Stripped to the bones

Childhood Weirdness:  In kindergarten (!) laying in my bed in the dark, hearing traffic on the highway in the distance, wondering where all those people were going, and hoping I wasn't missing ou...
Posted by Kim on Wed, 13 Sep 2006 08:17:00 PST