This journal is mostly for keeping friends caught up on my life and ranting. One of these years it may be interesting. It's currently flocked.
I'm a full-time administrative minion and part-time misc. artist - that happens when you decide an advanced degree in the humanities is a great idea. When I'm not dancing I'm modeling, writing for a magazine, or wielding a vicious copyeditor's red pen (sadly, I don't apply it to my personal ramblings). I'm pierced, hennaed, glittered, working on tattooed, and still pass as normal. I have *no idea* how that works.
Shacked up with a tiny, opinionated calico cat named after a Malkavian. She doesn't pay rent, but she's usually more interesting than cable.
Warning: this journal may contain outraged feminism, alternative thoughts, tolerance for much except raging stupidity, and explicit acts of queer. I'm sure it's not contagious. Mostly.
I don't have the meaning of life, but I do have a livejournal.