me

annoying information that i cant believe you want to know

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most of these questions are from the Cure's swing tourbook, but after a while, i added lots of my own too. i hope to make this a kind of FAQ about me... with the help of my visitors and friend's contributions. so go ahead. ask me something! anything!

name: jessica laurel lila *****, Faeri, poppy, pumpkin, sirehneia, or gothfaeri.
birthday: march 24, very early morning. aries.
hair: past my bottom, "princess curls", fiery red... like tori amos
eyes: grey. (blue, greenish, violet also, depending.)
height: 5'2" but everyone says i dont look it.
weight: yeah, like im going to say! well.. okay. 120 lb.
colour: every colour of the rainbow, esp. together. but mostly the colour of bubbles, oilslicks, and halloween. irridescent colours, silver, purples and greys. and *cough* black.
phrase: "in any case..." "ginchy!" "nifty!" "lovely!" "awesome!" and the phrase-of-the-unspecified-time-period changes, but lately, it's "put a hurt lock on ____", "bum-rummaging," "a good rogering!"
food: salad weeds, most bread products, candy, candy, anything vegetarian with garlic and/or lime on it, garlic, candy, pasta, and candy. and... thai food! tofu curry with pineapple! those nifty cup-of-soup things that contain jamaican black beans and rice... brie, camembert, goat cheese, or roasted garlic on a baguette. artichokes.
drink: ice blended oregon chai, lemonade, darjeeling or chamomille tea wif lots of honey, cranberry juice, honey italian sodas, and sparkletts or arrowhead water
place: washington or colorado state on horseback through dripping trees after a summer rain, in my room, the desert driving fast sliding strawberries over someone's body, the old J. Paul Getty Museum in Malibu (cold marble EVERYTHING), my mom's place on the beach in baja, anywhere green. one day: the UK
moment: laying on my porch watching the sky wake up and the birds come to life, sitting on the train in NY watching the rain and the lush green everything while listening to This Mortal Coil's "alone", being held by anyone such that i dont think they're only doing it out of obligation. that nervous moment when someone you care about is about to say something that you know is a big risk on their behalf.. like admitting love. the power and laughter of baffling someone with an interest in you, without even trying. instant instant karma.
sound: hard rain, thunder, music (see later), my rabbit's little bunnygrunts, my favourite dog's mock-woofs, "tarantula", my mother laughing at me, tinkling bells, piano in a big room, harpsichord or harmonium, the whirring of a leslie cabinet, any nature sounds, because they make the moment. and they make it wild!
taste: garlic, milk chocolate, citrus, butterscotch, honey, (esp powdered or in Violet Crumble), (not all together, of course!)
look: possibly innocent, mischievious, impish, adoring, frightened, wide eyed, rich inside, playfully carefree, fiery, merciless. ::laugh::
dream: the one i had throughout childhood, where im on a stage in front of a beautiful dark pool surrounded by mostly rich patrons and i sing spellbindingly, and then jump into the pool and become a mermaid, much to everyone's awe. still waiting! then again, i also dreamed that the gorgs from Fraggle Rock were in my room sleeping and i couldnt disturb them. big gorgs. 100's of feet high gorgs.
material: light airy flowy things, black cotton, silk dupioni shantung, heavy pewter satin, stretch lace, brand new velvet, chenille, angora, irish linen
words: féerique, silly, chocolate, chai, ginchy, lovely, nifty, nefarious, draconian, booty
animal: BATS!, rabbit, horse, hummingbird, orca, unicorn, cat. Pipkin, Gorky, and Tiggerette (tiggeray?)
insect: dragonflies, butterflies, moths... and spiders even though they arent insects. fireflies. (lampyris noctiluca)
fish: anything deep sea. mostly, im afraid of fish and the ocean.
bird: mourning dove (yeah yeah..."quelle gothique!"), bluejay (the most annoying bird of all!), chickadee (the fat, NW kind, not the weak SW kind) and ravens perched in pale eucalyptus trees, or talking to me. i think i'm most fond of obnoxious birds.
tree: big and endless in variation, the sweet one in front of my old brick house, the smooth kind i can runs my hands over and feel tiny and powerful, both at once...
flower: night blooming jasmine, roses, calla lilies, lilac. then there's this coleus from hell im growing...
thing: umm... thats a bit broad... a little glass bunny, decopage glue, black ink in a fountain pen, freshly windex-ed black tiles, my rabbit's sleepy face and drool, purple post-it notes, making food for one or two, running errands right after cashing a paycheck, giving gifts, making soap and candles, mixing paints, new art supplies, oral sex, new projects, alt.gothic.fashion, my dearest net.friends, getting caught up in planning fun, and that weird moment when someone actually apologizes to *me* for being annoying... something about that's just not right!
smell: one particular sandalwood, lemongrass, anna riva's magnet oil, peppermint, pennyroyal, rosemary, citrus, clove, nightblooming jasmine, tea tree oil, my bunny's fur, garlic, fires, peaches, chocolate, pineapple, cinnamon, "firefly", "plum spice"... i like the spicey autumn smells.
picture: manet's olympia, krishna hugging the monkey god, Point's the siren, Fuseli's The Nightmare, almost anything *Waterhouse*, Pygmallion, most pre-raphealite stuff, and several bits from the sandman
programme: kids in the hall, mst3k, the state, pop up video, anything on the discovery channel, good music videos, Emeril live, all the learning type channels. (oh, and sifl and olly if you're reading this, liam!)
pastime: all forms of art, including dancing, music (the making and listening thereof), singing, writing poetry, all sorts of crafts, acting, reading, going out anywhere, shopping for food, clothes, art supplies, keyboard/piano, being online, i bake, cook, make soap, and do millions of other things that woudl lead one to wonder whether im really just an old lady in a lil faery's body. and "spending time."
person: edward, davyd, vitus, sarai, rhiannon, louise brooks, tori amos, neil gaiman, danny elfman, robert smith, kaluah, my mother, keiron, amanda the_skank_, everyone who hurt me, worshipped me, or in anyway ultimately affected me. and they all lived happily ever after. more about my friends and lovers can be found, suprisingly enough, on my Friends and Lovers page!
love: yes. lots of stuff.
hate: not much... not communicating. not being able to explain things to people who's minds i care about.
do you like the Fraggles?: yes. very much. i used to watch them every night. i loved Red. and my father and i still discuss Kotterpin Doozer. but the Gorgs gave me nightmares. (see above)
are you "all fucked up"?: excuse me? um.. im going to have to go with... yes. im manic depressive i guess. which means im very very very very happy in general, except for once in a great while, i get negative and hopeless. then ill break through and say "oh well!" and be even perkier than before. im also pretty obsessive compulsive. want details? just ask. know that i carry around my antibacterial hand gel everywhere, and use it a lot.
ever considered thorazine?: i hardly even take aspirin. have you ever considered maybe it's the rest of thw world who should be on meds, and that *im* the okay one?
who's your favourite teletubbie?: PO! the smallest, girliest, palest tubby! *bounce* i adore po! i will say that the vacuum, Nunu, is not approved of, and i have serious questions about the tubbie custard.
describe yourself in 13 words: gothfaeri, curious, perkygoth, cruel?, sweet-toothed, dreamer, wanting, creative, generater, infectuous, tranfixed, demanding, symbolic, hopeful, smartypants. ;] (especially smartypants!) (and is sex-symbol one word or two?)
describe the others in 13 words: y'all got some potential. dont mess it all up. and fae kick bottom!
what is something weird about you that make you think you are so special?: well, poorly worded, lass, but ill give it a go. i was born with a veil. enough?

a division of Gothfaeri's Bouncy Kastle / written by none other than the infamous gothfaeri herself