...In here, we're all anemic...

"What do you like best about girls? she writes.
"Their secrets."
-A.M. Holmes, The End of Alice

Hi. I'm Lex. Who are you?

I'm a native Berkeley-an [-ite?], recently returned after a long stint in Brooklyn. I'm a jungle junkie. I want dogs, but not children; I got a cat instead. I live in a two-person-three-computer household. I'm a cupcake makin' machine who needs a better recipe for lemon cake. I'm obsessed with the following things: NYC subway graffiti, SF rooftop graffiti, Christopher Walken, the perfect mix CD, compulsive collecting [camel cash, dubplates, every color of paint marker, back issues of Sassy magazine, etc.], correct grammar, my 12" PowerBook, marijuana, soccer on an international level, and probably a lot of things that I won't remember until the middle of the night when I'm too warm & lazy to leave the bed. I'm clumsy. I decoupage. I'm hyper-organized. I'm admittedly lazy. I have hazel eyes. I miss the Sega Genesis. I have a brother [midnightyoda], who is full of awesome. I lack a proper superego, so I say a lot of things that make no sense to others. I laugh with my whole body. I curse a lot. I spit in public and am unapologetic [about it and most other things]. I'm over six feet tall. I wear tight pants and that's okay. I'm a lipbalm addict. I alphabetize. I don't have a drivers' license, but I do have a bike named Alice. I enjoy pornography more than many males I've known. I'm terrible with names, so it takes about four introductions for me to get it right. I take pictures. I play with language. I re-read. I'm moody. I'm a homebody with wanderlust. I spend a lot of time alone. I'm a cynical optimist. I have big feet. I shop whenever I'm given the opportunity. I cook, often experimentally. I dream of singing on a drum & bass track. I have excellent table manners. I'm so over 'hard' drugs. I like boys, but I also like girls... I'm good company in a snowstorm. I sleep late. I think too much. I barely remember Saturday night. I'm not a very good artist, but not for lack of trying. I hate talking on the phone. I try to smile. I dance like I mean it, 'cause I do.
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I'm trying to be honest.

Here is a visual aid. Apparently, this is what I look like:



If you think that it’s a good idea to attempt to infiltrate my world, and summarily that I’m worth reading about, add me to your friends list and leave me a comment, or else I might never notice you. Seeing as this whole blog thing is as simple as a cry for attention (albeit on an astronomical scale), anonymous lurking probably isn’t your intention. Regardless of my harshness, I do actually like friends. I'll add you back at the juncture when I confirm that you're not a stalker. You’re not a stalker... are you?


Which File Extension are You?

A conversation:
silvergrrl: Oh my God, we're so stoned! Stop this right now!
meff: Yes, Lexi, it's five o'clock in the afternoon.

The stars say:

Capricorn (December 22-January 19) - You’re gonna fuck it up this week.

"So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be."
- Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being A Wallflower

These things are fun, and fun is good.