Miss Banshee

bipolar. former drunk. humor writer. rabid monkey.

Hi, I'm Miss Banshee. I have lived in nine cities in seven years. Homeless people tend to attempt to befriend or kill me. I was fondled by Keith Richards at a Tom Waits concert. I almost broke my back at a Black Sabbath concert. I was decked in the stomach at a Marilyn Manson concert. I should apparently watch out more at concerts. I drove a 1991 Chevy for almost fifteen years, and I miss it terribly. I used to sing opera. Little kids think I'm hilarious. Once upon a time, I was a timid,blonde,bespectacled private school girl, and now I am a foul-mouthed, black haired, pierced,tattooed freak...However, I am still a card-carrying dork. I, for one, am pleased at my progress. I am attempting to be a respected psychoanalyst, a slap-bet commissioner, and a menace to society. I am fully prepared for the inevitable zombie apocalypse.