The person: Singer. Biker babe. Sailor. Pervert. Intelligent, intolerant, "intransigent". Recovering BOFH. Lady Cab Driver. EMT. Unskilled racer, reasonably competent corner worker, crappy mechanic. Meaner than slamonella, though she disagrees. (Circular logic doesn't need to be true, it just needs to be logical.)
The titles: ellipsis queen, hypothetical paragon, femme fatalist, neurotic girlfriend, queen of road food, wench of xanadu, housewife of the apocalypse, hot tub maven, perplexing paramour, transient failure, noxious chemical woman/(ob)noxious chem chick, instigator royale, nihilist of the apocalypse, fully operational death star, limiting reagent, jagged mirror, towel fairy, abandoned launderette, redheaded goddess of the laptop universe, mistress of invective, catastrophic catalyst, Warrior Queen of the RiceRocket Clan, St. Pretentia - patron of Chardonnay, snooty cafes, and Tango Analysis, high speed grappling wench, La Priapasa, larval god, terminator chick, storage whore, ether bunny, panda evangelist, dairy queen, marshall, psychic gf, hammer of subtlety, enabling accelerator, born from jets!!!, magic pork machine, force of music and beauty, a little touch of home to expatriate trailer trash.
The journal: karate, racing, singing, EMS, true taxicab confessions.
The way to my heart: hardware. Computer type apple (but no longer sun), motorcycle type honda / yamaha / kawasaki, and tool type mac / husky / craftsman / dewalt.