yow, my name is Victoria. Holler! So at risk of sounding tres poseur, I'm what some might call a "yippie" or "yipster" - a cross between a yuppie and a hippie/hipster. That is to say, I pull in a decent salary as a corporate analyst in Midtown Manhattan, while maintaining an avant-garde "dirtyish" lifestyle on the Western shores of Brooklyn (read: Williamsburg). Ah, Billyburg, where the Rich look Poor.
Miscellany: I smoke Nat Sherman Classic Mint cigarettes but rarely booze it up. I'm a generalist on almost any topic and a specialist in none. I have ADHD. No, seriously, I do. But it's ok, I like having thirty hobbies and no stable, long-term relationships. I judge people by their SAT scores. I was raised in an evangelical Christian home, attended a private Christian school, and participated in some form of a religious brainwashing exercise at least three times a week until I was eighteen. I first spoke in tongues when I was eleven; I stopped believing in God when I was twelve. I moved to New York as a young heterosexual Republican to study broadcast journalism and somehow break my way onto Saturday Night Live; five years later, I'm now a fiercely liberal lesbian with a degree in Economics and a desk job at a major corporate law firm. I plan to live forever.
Finally, my biggest fear is that rogue terrorists / despotic governments will obtain nano-technological weapons of war within my lifespan. Or that there won't be any new, hot, gay show to replace The L Word next year.
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