Allow me to tell you what the deal is.
My name is Stephanie, I’m 28, I work retail and I have a Graduate Diploma in Journalism from UniSA. I live in Adelaide, South Australia.
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, but to my knowledge, there’s no 12-step program for an addiction to pop culture, so here we are.
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 Chris Brown. I really, really despise him, actually. But if you like him, then more power to ya, it makes no difference to me.
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:
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 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 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, Tumblr, Pinterest, Instagram 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