about me

June 18th, 2006

superBadGirl is a churlish misanthrope, island unto herself and aspiring agoraphobic. The current state of the world makes her hostile, but for some reason everyone thinks she is nice. She pretends pretty well about the whole thing.

Her interests include being a marketing whore, occasional web design, reading, illustration, 3D art, politics, music that doesn’t suck, being left alone by people she doesn’t like and being left together with people she does like.

Sometimes she posts here when she is mad, and needs to vent.

Sometimes she posts here when she is delighted, and wants to share.

Sometimes she posts here when she is feeling lonely and disconnected, and wants a semi-concrete reminder that she exists outside her own head.

If you want to you can visit her main (though not so often updated) site here, and you can create a virtual spy-network on her life by visiting all of the social networking sites on her sidebar.

  


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