Life... is like a grapefruit. It's orange and squishy, and has a few pips in it, and some folks have half a one for breakfast. -Douglas Adams Also~ Facebook:(http://www.facebook.com/JustMonicaBrand)
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My name is Monica and I'm currently living in southern Illinois, in a town where bashers and political/moral ignorance combine. I am a strong animal lover, strongly convinced atheist, a music lover, and a pretty decent writer, in my own opinion. I hardly ever beat around the bush, and I tend to twiddle with the ideas of social normality. I don't make friends easily, but not because I'm shy or unkind, I'm just an awkward person for people to be around. I guess you could say that I take some getting used to, but I assure you it's worth it in the end. Like everyone else, I change, and as do the people I'm trying to attract. But now I have finally come to the conclusion that I don't give two flying fucks about (most) opinions. I believe I cannot be described in words, and I cannot be thought of as something/someone simple. I am not who you want me to be. I am not who they want me to be. I am not here to impress or entertain you. I am not here to 'tickle your fancy'. I am (rarely) who you might think I am. I am who you could never believe I am. If you disregard everything else, remember this: I am.
Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (the entire "5-part trilogy"), Douglas Adams, writing, singing, anything to do with music, wasting time online, my 3 goldfish (Token, Piper, Zippy), crane machines, creating havoc in local convenient stores, furries, animals (plushies[I own 94] and live ones), shoplifting, the cold, cats, Demetri Martin, the infinite uses of safety pins, scientific oddities, the color army/olive green, making short indie films, towels/towel related things, energy drinks, intelligence, incense sticks, perverted jokes, Earthbound, oriental food, sci-fi movies/books, space adventures, staying up late with crappy cable TV, the feeling of pulling a strand of hair out of your eyeball, sneezing, and the warm fuzzy feeling I get when plastic forks are inserted into small crevasses of my body.
I dislike about 54.338% of the things that I don't like. (SOPA, smokers, drug users, Nascar, animal abusers, drinkers, posers, fakes, exercising, Lil Wayne, ignorance, players, racists, gay bashers, poorly done makeup, close-mindedness, Hollister, sluts/whores, sports, overly-revealing clothing, impractical "fashion" clothing, short hair, being alone/ignored, 80% of the human population, the use of the word "Guesstimate", being hot/sweaty, horrible grammar/spelling/typists, and anything else that gives me moderate to severe erectile dysfunction.)
Coldplay, A Day to Remember, Death Cab for Cutie, Taking Back Sunday, Smashing Pumpkins, Silversun Pickups, Gorillaz, The White Stripes,Sin Fang Bous, She Wants Revenge, Interpol, Beck, Cake, Iron & Wine, Muse, Modest Mouse, Fall Out Boy, Rammstein, Beastie Boys, Shiny Toy Guns, Sick Puppies, The Prodigy, Motionless in White, MyChildren MyBride, David Bowie, Incubus, Victims of Telephone, Chronic Future, The Ramones, Marilyn Manson, Interpol, Coheed and Cambria, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Misfits, Sex Pistols, Rage Against the Machine, System of a Down, Dead Kennedys
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