Pedosmile

I come from a land of pot-smoking, granola-eating, protesting hippies, criminally drunk and beloved openly gay politicians, post-socialist screw-up government, fast ferries, sushi sushi sushi, a Starbucks on every corner, the mildest climate in Canada, and 2 bridges per million residents. Yes, children, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. More specifically, Burnaby.

I come from a generation in limbo between the true Generation X and the kids who got to grow up knowing what a computer was and how to use it. Not old enough to remember most the '80s, but not young enough to have dressed like the Spice Girls or Britney Spears at age twelve either.

I'm a true geek chick, even if I'm not a gamer.

I do not believe in love at first sight.

I'm a firm believer in choosing your own destiny.

I can't cook, but I enjoy watching the Food Network.

If I had to appear on a reality show, I'd choose Trading Spaces.

It's pop, not soda or Coke.

I'm pure, intelligent, trailer trash, but without the trailer.

I enjoy arguing with stupid people, even if it accomplishes as much as running in the Special Olympics.

I don't care if there's spyware on my computer, cameras on my street, or people watching what I do. They can even watch me masturbate if they really want to. I don't recommend it though.

I support the legalization of marijuana for recreational use in the privacy of one's own home.

I'm bisexual, but not in your face enough to want to participate in the Pride parades, or even watch for that matter.

I like my beers a nice golden brown, not piss yellow like Labatts Blue, or nearly black like Guinness. Big Rock Traditional Pale Ale is my favourite, but I'll settle for a Sleeman's Honey Brown or Cream Ale any day.

I don't really like coffee, but I drink it anyways. It's a social drink.

I'll use almost any excuse to go to Ikea, and I'll never walk away empty-handed.

I believe that the journey is a hundred times more important than the destination.

I'm a packrat.

I'm Canadian, and perhaps a little too stuck up about it.

I'm a self-admitted hypocrite.

I more than occasionally partake in late-night drives down East Hastings.

I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up, and I don't think I ever will know.

I don't believe that I know everything, and I know that the more insistant that I am that I'm right, the more likely it is that I'm completely wrong.