i'm k. 32. a lady. a sucker for: statistics, football games, hardcore music, clothes, beer, cooking, cycling, and woodworking.
i used to have an important job, until buracracy decided to say: you can either move to Johannesburg and eat your pink slip, or you can go back to the states and try to find a job elsewhere... i took the latter. I've been unemployed and living off the profits after selling myself to the man for the better part of 8 years. I spend most of my days looking for better things to do than reading books and smoking pot. Good thing it's not that bad of a life. Too bad I uprooted and moved to italy to drink with my grandparents and make sure they don't shit themselves too much.
Inside? Well, expect nsfw rambling on music, culture, politics, sexism, sex, nuances of city life, cycling, what fun things i'm woodworking with, and general neurotic prose?