Me, a nut in a shell

So, what exactly can I say about myself that won’t sound too arrogant or too boring?

I’m trying to figure out myself as well as this mother f’ing site. I am technologically impaired. Good God, man!
I am an artist, jewelry maker, former actress, and I once upon a time released an album. Those are my jobbies. That’s my word for jobs that are hobbies. That is not who I am though, is it?

Ok, so… who I am is really not all that impressive. I have PTSD, anxiety, and severe depression (which, by the way, is this months flavor)

I got bored in writing in bold. Welcome to italics!

I’m almost 40 and I just realized I need a label maker in my life. It’s funny how we need to “label” things. Life is a bunch of labeling. “Let’s try to figure it all out and put it in a nice box with a label.”
Fuck that!

And just like that we are back to bold.

I don’t know why I am on this earth to be quite honest. Part of me believes I am half alien and I am here to observe and report back to the mothership. Another part of me believes I am here to learn lessons so I can grow as a person, and yet another part of me wants to die. I have tried 6 times, thus far. A good friend of mine told me I should stick to something I’m good at. Such as art. That made me laugh.

Now I am suppose to write a citation.

”This is the strangest life I have ever known.”

Jim Morrison

Oh wait, that’s a quotation.

Let’s pretend this is a date.
(Putting on my best girl voice)
so my favorite bands include Rasputina, Alt J, Delerium, and any band Amanda Palmer has ever been in.
I just love Amanda Palmer.
my favorite movies are City of Lost Children, The Cell, and Nacho Libre.
yes, silly… I am a natural red head.
How dare you ask me if the carpet matches the drapes. This date is over!

Ok, so I think you are getting to know me a bit more now, so I should stop and run away, cuz that’s my M.O.

Peace out Motha’s

Published by eternalfindings

I am a Jill of all trades. As long as those trades are solely in the realm of the arts. I can not do math without using my fingers or a calculator. Do they still make calculators? Did I just age myself? I have a dog! Dog good! What do you all really want to know? Truthfully my brain is a clusterfuck of whirling ideas, compounded with PTSD, anxiety, and very severe depression. This leads me to be extremely creative when it comes to my self deprecation. So... who wants to be my friend?!

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