Requisite background info: Female, mid-twenties, grew up in north Spokane (the *true* north side- take that, Adam Morrison!) but considers Oklahoma her second home. Made a six year detour to the little cowtown of Cheney, Washington to pick up bachelor's and master's degrees in applied psychology (whatever the hell that is) and meet the love of her life (with a few highly inappropriate crushes along the way).
Flash forward to the present time: Back in Spokane (but kickin' it on the south hill this time). By day, she masquerades as a responsible adult in her job as a student advisor/pseudoadministrator/super-secret government agent at God's Chosen University. By night, she's an obsessive Gonzaga basketball devotee/fanfic whore/overgrown teenybopper fangirl.
Her journal contains copious amounts of swearing, stories about work and family, and gushing about the objects of her love/lust/all-consuming obsession. She writes fics of dubious quality for several different fandoms- most of them real person slash. If the idea repulses you so much that you can't even tolerate the thought, this is probably not the place for you. If you can live and let live, this could work just fine. If you share one of her many ships du jour, OMGZ WE ARE NEW BEST FRIENDS!!!!11111 CALL ME EVERY FIVE MINUTES KTHNX.
If you want to be added, just comment on the last public entry. The friending policy here is pretty liberal, unless you have the misfortune of knowing this crazy bitch in real life, in which case she probably won't add you just in the interest of maintaining everyone's privacy and keeping the drama level low (translation: She's probably talking shit about you and doesn't want you to find out).
You smile at the absurdity of your dream, and at the same time you feel that in the intermingling of those absurdities some idea lies hidden, but an idea that is real, something belonging to your true life, something that exists and has always existed in your heart; it is as though something new and prophetic, something you have been expecting, has been told to you in your dream. -- Fyodor Dostoevsky, "The Idiot"
I am selfish, I am wrong I am right, I swear I'm right I swear I knew it all along and I am flawed, but I am cleaning up so well I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself -- Dashboard Confessional, "Vindicated"
and I found out a long time ago what a woman can do to your soul but she can't take you any way you don't already know how to go -- the Eagles, "Peaceful Easy Feeling"
If you're gonna be a whore, at least be original about it. -- Tina Fey
The love that dare not speak its name has now become the love that won't shut up. -- Unknown LJ'er re: the proliferation of slash fangirls