Koan's rubbish

Age: too much to justify her actions, not enough to make her wise, quite the same as J.C. (like her ego)

Shape: the perfect one to be Miss Universe in 1955, the right one to lie down on and feel confortable

Location: somewhere over the rainbow (ok, reality is Milan, Italy)

Occupation: there are voices about her working as a sysadmin, but we all know she's a professional pain in the arse

Loves: surprises, good food, books, comics, seabaths, black suits, 80's music, cuddling, shocking people, taking pictures, having naps, cooking, lemon icecream, people who knows what she likes

Hates: ignorance, pear juice, McD cucumbers, yellow dresses, cleaning bathroom, washing dishes, loosing control, being bored, shopping (except for online one), being asked "what do you like"

Listens: alt/indie rock, wave, prog, industrial, her lover sighs, her mother voice on the phone, her needs calling

Wishes: being blonde, so not to be hurt anymore

 

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