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My name is Zoe Hyde, and while I have notoriously been accused of being a mere mortal, I believe there is sufficient data to back me up when I say that I am one of The Old Ones, a higher being capable of immortality and eternal rule. When I weep, the skies darken and thunder rolls from one end of the earth to the other, and when I laugh, spring descends. Or some shit like that. Don't question me, I'm omniscient.

However, if you want to get all specific, my avatar is a 20 year old college student attending art school in Massachusetts, where she was born, reared, and works in retail.

I often refer to my work in my posts. I work in a small, dark, subterranean (ie basement) video store in coolidge corner, where we rent no "porn" per se but do have a number of questionable "cult" titles like "2069: A Sex Odyssey" and "Bosomania". To any customer caught renting such titles, I say to you, sirs, that your cleverly disguised quest for "culture" has not fooled me in the slightest.

I urge you to read my musings, they are often completely shallow and self absorbed, and I rarely address any Big Questions that don't involve me directly. If you feel up to being subjected to my questionable poetry, feel free to check out my other lj I was prompted to create so that my friends on this one no longer had to be bombarded with the sad metaphors of my inner turmoil: thankyoubear . I only just started uploading things there, and right now its a little scant, but don't worry, I am so full of delicious angst and I have about six hundred was to describe to you, in excruciating detail, just how hard it is to be me. How hard is it, you might ask? Oh my, I'm so glad you did.

Generally all I do is babble about anything Joss Whedon ever had a hand in (including the weird stuff like Waterworld and Titan A.E.) and recently I can't stop watching Dawsons Creek and, whats worse, fangirling around Joey/Pacey and their glorious relationship. I know its wrong, it feels wrong, when I bring it up all the non believers roll their eyes back up into their heads and speak in tongues, but believe me when I say that this response has had little to no effect on how I feel about Poey. Tragically.

To be ever so slightly more specific, what I'm really all about is life, love, and the pursuit of tomfoolery. Sometimes chicanery, with an option of shenanigans. I tend to take the bull by the horns, if by "the bull" you mean the initiative to oversleep and overeat and by "the horns" you mean a wild and unrelenting relish. My disquieting lust for the indulgence in this world is truly remarkable, and this journal is proof of that. You have been notified.

Oh and I also love mixing metaphors and blaming the innocent. PEACE

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Jimminy Christmas this is wicked old but I'm literally speechless at my own genius so I'm going to keep it here. Since this was last updated, the video store I worked at bottomed out (and not in a fun, gay way) and I had to get a big girl job at its sister book store. I also jumped ship out of the Massachusetts College of Art and defected right into the waiting arms of the Univeristy of Massachusetts in Boston, where I now an trying to get a creative writing degree. In the process I discovered that I hate school, and can't wait for it to be over.

Yet still, I am keeping the dream alive, and my unending quest to observe the truly bizarre in this world has continued, without fail. Recently I can't stop thinking about American Idol runner up Adam Lambert. I read on the internet that his fans refer to him as Madam Glambert, and for this, I am truly grateful. But seriously, I can't stop watching videos of him sing or, really, do anything, and I have begun a truly unsettling collection of internet photos of him. I am the obsessed, stalker fan that you pray, as an entertainer, that you never get. Well guess what, Adam Lambert, it would appear you've drawn the short straw.

What else. I continue to love dogs but am unable to have one right now. In its stead, I have two rats, Tammy and Orlando, and they keep me busy. This year I am determined to learn how to drive. And I turned 21.

What the earth doesn't know is that I am a moneymaking genius, and the sooner it catches up to my genius, the better, because I'm tired of drinking shitty beer.

Friend me! Do it now, before the whim passes and its too late!



As ever, peace to the homies, no love for the scrubs.

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