Hellafied
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| Gender | Female |
|---|---|
| Industry | Education |
| Occupation | Publishing |
| Location | Chicago, IL, United States |
| Introduction | I live in Chicago and in between purging my demons through my writing or at the corner bar, I live a very productive life as an events planner and creative. I think too much and talk too little. I dont ever really say what is on my mind, but my hand can write it faster than I can think it. I choose hope over despair, always. I am moody, messy and seamlessly emotional, but I keep a militarily clean room. My heart is cluttered with words that Ill never say, but I wear them silently on my sleeve. I want you to pick me instead of her, even though I would pick him instead of you. Short stories over books and poetry over short stories. I crave the immediate gratification of a good, short sentence, but am myself long winded. I am pro-choice but anti-decision. I like rock over roll. I am overconfident in crowds, but reticent in private moments. I feel that you should choose honest moments to bare your soul, but never soul baring moments to finally be honest. And consequently, that life is yours to reel in, one hand over another, heels in the dirt, but will always, always win the tug of war. |
| Interests | I like blueberry muffins but not blueberry pancakes. I drive fast but walk slowly. No cream, no sugar, because no coffee. No tea. Diet Coke. I love ridiculously sappy song lyrics, but am averse to reading romantic novels. I am happy, sad, proud, shameful, professional and improper. I drink Miller High Life in heels and Moet White Star in flip flops. I think too much and talk too little. I dont ever really say what is on my mind, but my hand can write it faster than I can think it. |
| Favorite Movies | I choose hope over despair, always. My heart beats faster at the mention of your name, but the curve of your face is foggy in my memory. I wear purple nail polish with skirt suits. I can eat a whole jar of sweet pickles, but get nauseous at the idea of putting relish on a hot dog. I believe in true love, but not in other things intangible. I paint reproductions of the masters, but wont lay my brush down for a single, original stroke. I am moody, messy and seamlessly emotional, but I keep a militarily clean room. My heart is cluttered with words that Ill never say, but I wear them silently on my sleeve. |
| Favorite Music | I believe in past lives, but not in life after death. I want you to pick me instead of her, even though I would pick him instead of you. I love museums, but libraries make me nervous. I prefer closed spaces to open ones, but open roads to crowded highways. I cant nap, never could, but I look forward to crawling into bed at night more than any other time of day. |
| Favorite Books | I laugh louder than the rest of the room. Short stories over books and poetry over short stories. I crave the immediate gratification of a good, short sentence, but am myself long winded. I am pro-choice but anti-decision. I like rock over roll. Captain Morgan over Bacardi. I still believe in love at first sight, even though I have never experienced it. I find the punk rock movement fascinating, but I dont really like the music. I am overconfident in crowds, but reticent in private moments. I feel that you should choose honest moments to bare your soul, but never soul baring moments to finally be honest. And consequently, that life is yours to reel in, one hand over another, heels in the dirt, but will always, always win the tug of war. |