just remember, I'm the one going to hell, you were only watching.
a woman who dances like a teenage girl. people who don't know me tell me they find me intimidating. people who do know me think i'm nice, albeit bossy and a little interfering at times. i live in reykjavik as of 2006 after many years to-ing and fro-ing. british with a very british accent and unbritish blood. i have mild ocd. things must be tidy and logical. people, especially here in Iceland, underestimate the power a cup of tea has over me. i wish people would see that you can be obsessed with sex without dishing it out to just anyone. i love scifi and detective shows. i dance and sing in my mirror more than is healthy for someone of my age but i enjoy it so won't stop. i hate cocaine and wish lovely people would see it turns them into boring arrogant fools, or at the very least not look at me weirdly when i decline their offer. photos and film, photos and film, photos and film. i am happiest when playing housewife with my pinny on. always aiming to have haircuts my children will laugh at me for in the future. when someone smells good it makes me feel funny. i have been known to follow someone several streets just to keep smelling them. when someone smells bad i find it hard to think beyond that. i am a hopeless romantic. clichés like flowers floor me. for all my attitude i giggle when boys wink at me and love being called pet names. i am referred to as 'strong' but i seek out those stronger to enable the princessness to emerge. apparently masculine, but i hope this doesn't cancel out my femininity. i hold manners in extremely high relevance.i cannot understate this. same goes for chivalry and punctuality. i always feel like the last 2 years have had more in them than humanly possible. i like being put in my place.
a girl and I who were inseparable through my late teens used to pack our bags full of anything we would conceive needing and arrive at the bus station and get on the first bus leaving, go to its final destination no matter where it was. Sometimes we had everything we needed with us. Sometimes we were totally unprepared. Sometimes it was a fucking park and ride car park with nothing but a burger van at the end, other times we’d end up in the most amazing countryside and run around through trees and roll around on beaches. That’s life damnit. Sometimes you can smell the burger van and know you’ve fucked it, other times you can be climbing the top of a tree, laughing your head off until you get to the top and suck a big fat breath in because you are higher than you thought you’d ever get.
i am a walking contradiction and i will never, ever, ever be bored. truefact.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
I just went to myspace to find a song I remembered I had on my old profile. I found my 'about me' section. I wrote this in something like 2006. Nearly every word is still true now after 5 years, except the british accent. It's almost died from Icelandic bastardisation, except when I read out loud - then its English Speaking Board the whole way.
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