Most people call me brina. I am the Angel of Death. The time of The Purification is at hand. I invented people watching. I'm a paranoid schizophrenic. I'm way more cuddlier than I look I'm very passionate about being dispassionate. They say that time heals all wounds. Except decapitation. That ♥♥♥♥'s permanent. I mess with Texas. I can be very spontaneous if given enough forewarning.. I flunked out of mime college for speaking. I was going to be the world's first talking mime. I want to be a chef. I hate cooking, but I have a tall white hat fetish. I've been described as "saucy" but only by me. My friends say I'm indecisive, but I don't know... I attended deep-sea welding school in Montana, but afterwards found it difficult to find work there. I like wrong number phone sex, and short walks on the beach. I like Tai Chi, and Chai Tea. A few years ago I conquered the world, but drank too much at the after party, and when I came to, the world had taken itself back. I've been described as "disarmingly intelligent" but only by the voices inside my head. I'm a punctual procrastinator. I juggled gas-powered chainsaws. Once. I thought I think too much, but then I thought otherwise. I'm a chronic insomniac. I've been "told" that I "over-use" "air quotation marks I frequently offend those who are easily offended, and those who are not. No one would ever call me politically correct. However, many have called me a jerk, a bastard, rude, insensitive, irreverent, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. I'm more goth than you are. I like animals. No, I love animals. I love them so much, that I wish they could be inside of me. So I eat them. I'm afraid of the dark. And the light. I think judgemental people are stupid. I spent 48 hours in county on a 5150 for being cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs. I'm a pretty tolerant person, unless your name happens to be Lactose. I don't get mad, I get mad. Whoops - guess I was wrong. I lowered my cholesterol. I say what other people are thinking. Or maybe I have that backwards I don't run or walk with scissors. They come to me! It's OK to need reassurance, isn't it? Someone once called me an idiot, to which I replied "Dad, you're the idiot."

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