about meowhouse
I greatly enjoy vanilla ice cream, acqua di parma lavanda tonica, and the new yorker. I’ve lived in and traveled through europe extensively and speak three languages quite well and a couple more in a vague floundering way. I was born in turkey but I don’t remember any of it. My older brother and sister say there were a lot of rats. If you’re mean to me, I have no problem cheerfully telling you to fuck off and die; the days of being pushed around are long over. I’ll never be picked last at kickball again, goddammit. Oh, and I swear. A lot.
Lately I have been eschewing capitalization. Not sure why.
Oh I totally keep forgetting my plan to fully embrace “Web 2.0.” Web 2.0 is supposed to mean that you spread out your shit all over the place and integrate them all so that you flow in and out of the tubes in one continuous motion and interconnect with all these cool people who share your interests and then you share information and your life is made so much easier and wider and one with the world yadda yadda yadda blah blah blah but what it really means is that you have a bunch of Web sites you have profiles on, for whatever freaky kinda activity you’re into, and they all relate to each other somehow, so that if you lose one you don’t lose your entire possibly fake Internet life. Yes this describes me, although not the fake part because I only spew the 100% truth out there. To that end, if you are utterly fascinated by my witty repartee and want to read other stuff, there are links above. But trust me you’re not gonna find out anything I don’t want you to know but if you want to try, I don’t care if you waste valuable life-minutes on it.