What’s the deal with this bitch?
Allow me to tell you what the deal is.
My name is Stephanie, I’m 26, I work retail and I’m currently deferred from my Journalism Masters degree. I live in Adelaide, South Australia, and it’s a bit shit, let’s be honest.
To say that I’m obsessed with pop culture would probably be an unfortunate understatement. To say that I find it consuming every aspect of my life would be accurate.
I like to rant and rave, and as a byproduct of this, I tend to swear a lot, because it’s significantly easier to portray the gravity of a situation with a phrase like ‘this is some cuntfuckery’ than it is by using actual words.
You should absolutely take everything here with a grain of salt, because I’m probably just having a diva fit. Don’t be alarmed, I don’t think it’s contagious. Also, you should know that if I hate something, it’s absolutely not a reflection of how I feel about the people who like the things I despise, and I don’t think the trash that I get into is any better than the trash you may get on board with. For instance, I really dislike the Kardashians. I can’t get into them. But if you do, then that’s cool for you. Same goes for Jersey Shore.
Here’s a list of facts about me that you may or may not find entertaining, depending on whether you’re here to find out more about me, or to find out how to contact me to tell me how much you hate me. Hell, it could be both, I’m not in your brain:
I’m pretty sure any problem in my life can be solved with a list or an AK-47.
Great puns entertain me beyond belief.
I used to be able to quote the first 10 minutes of ‘Scream’ from memory. I don’t know whether I could do it perfectly now, but I think I’d do okay. I also have a great deal of the ‘Titanic’ script committed to memory from my many, many viewings.
I deal pretty well in situations that involve blood.
I don’t normally yell in public, or at strangers, but if it’s 3am and you steal my cab, all bets are off. I’ll drop a C-Bomb on you so fast you won’t know what hit you.
I enjoy people who aren’t afraid to whip out a phenomenal vocab word in everyday speech. I respect it because my own vocabulary leaves a lot to be desired.
I have an incredible sense of direction, a memory like an elephant and I can read maps. Hence, I am rarely lost. Except in Norwood. Fucking Norwood.
I may just be the messiest person alive.
I procrastinate like a pro. It’s essentially why I started this blog, but the fact that I’d been thinking about starting a blog for a good two or three years before I actually did shows the true level of procrastination at work here.
I sing in public, much to the dismay and/or entertainment of my friends, family and co-workers.
I will cry at anything remotely sad on TV. Or anything that makes me feel nostalgic. Also if I get too excited. Basically I live my life on the verge of tears.
People with no sense of correct seating etiquette on public transportation irritate me beyond belief.
When I was eight, I tripped my brother up on concrete just to see what would happen. He cried. It was pretty funny.
There you go. Now we’re close.
If you’d like to contact me for any reason, you can find me at the PCP Facebook page, Twitter, or email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. I’d love to hear from you, particularly if you’ve got nice things to say and/or amazing suggestions for blogs/rants/whatever, but if you’re going to email me to tell me how much you hate me, that’s fine too, because I’ll probably find it really entertaining.
And finally, a huge thank you to my dear friend Nikolas from OutLife Design for the amazing banner on my blog. If you’d like to contact him about any graphic design work you can check out his FB page at http://www.facebook.com/outlifedesign