XTC
01-04-2007, 09:01 PM
Well where do I begin. Real name is Alima... "Lima" by family, close friends, and co-workers. Been around this site for hmmm a little over four years now (it's my second home so to speak). I know, I know... I swear I'm gonna get misunderstood tattooed on my forehead........angry, moody most of the time drinking helps a lot. :elvis:
I'm from the East Coast or 'North' if you are a directionally challenged Southerner. Born and raised in Brooklyn (Bensonhurst) now S'tukin Tennessee. Daughter to a French/Sicilian crazy, wonderful, mean ass mother who used to whip me with a wooden spoon when my mouth got the best of me, and my full blooded Iroquois father. I'm a mutt.
I enjoy process vs. product, water, breathing, cooking, painting, sushi, sake, my four-legged baby boy Zach, chubby babies, retro sci-fi and horror films, dusk, ice cream from Maggie Moo's, room service, spicy condiments, spicy food, legs, French martini's, worn-in leather jackets, chocolate ANYTHING, Italian food, epson salt baths, a foot massage, garlic, ass, my next tattoo, and mob movies.
I'm not into - Prima donnas, fair weather friends, Abercrombie & Fitch, Holister, bad teeth, bad breath, high-maintenance women/men, ignorance, government bullshit, attitude of entitlement, clutter, mediocrity, has-been reunion bands, nasty-ass feet, blessing anyone's heart, turnip greens, fart jokes, the evening news, gin, Crown Royal, cheap Halloween costumes, bubble gum, patchouli (makes me think of Bonnaroo), riding the bus, gangsta rap, fundamentalism, taxation w/o representation.
I have never ridden a mechanical bull (although that might be pretty fun) or dated a male super model (dated some that thought or wished they were) and the Norelco Santa commercial (circa 1970) makes me laugh.
I'm from the East Coast or 'North' if you are a directionally challenged Southerner. Born and raised in Brooklyn (Bensonhurst) now S'tukin Tennessee. Daughter to a French/Sicilian crazy, wonderful, mean ass mother who used to whip me with a wooden spoon when my mouth got the best of me, and my full blooded Iroquois father. I'm a mutt.
I enjoy process vs. product, water, breathing, cooking, painting, sushi, sake, my four-legged baby boy Zach, chubby babies, retro sci-fi and horror films, dusk, ice cream from Maggie Moo's, room service, spicy condiments, spicy food, legs, French martini's, worn-in leather jackets, chocolate ANYTHING, Italian food, epson salt baths, a foot massage, garlic, ass, my next tattoo, and mob movies.
I'm not into - Prima donnas, fair weather friends, Abercrombie & Fitch, Holister, bad teeth, bad breath, high-maintenance women/men, ignorance, government bullshit, attitude of entitlement, clutter, mediocrity, has-been reunion bands, nasty-ass feet, blessing anyone's heart, turnip greens, fart jokes, the evening news, gin, Crown Royal, cheap Halloween costumes, bubble gum, patchouli (makes me think of Bonnaroo), riding the bus, gangsta rap, fundamentalism, taxation w/o representation.
I have never ridden a mechanical bull (although that might be pretty fun) or dated a male super model (dated some that thought or wished they were) and the Norelco Santa commercial (circa 1970) makes me laugh.