Who in the hell.....?

who am i?
no one, everyone....does it matter?
i write some. i'd like to consider myself an artist of sorts.
i make jewelry. i work for a photographer.
i'm always cold.
i'm mostly melancholy, except for when i am insanely happy, or insanely angry.
i am content with my life, especially with the love in my life.
i like science & physics, but i can't do math very fast or well.
i like various types of music...it ranges greatly....from emilie autumn, to wendy mcneil (my current multimedia) to rammstien, to the smiths, to KMFDM. i like layers in my music, and my art.
i don't like people who think they are great, cool, or original. alot of people think that they are so special, but in the words that once came out of brad pitt's mouth "we are all part of the same compost heap".
i may seem full of malcontent at times, and i suppose that's true to some degree, but in general i like life.
i have a great appreciation for cuteness & kindness.
i love to read aloud to my lovey "beedad", especially from the "Dark Tower" series by stephen king.
"beedad" is the only person i will ever love romantically.
his name is beedad on gaia. he has bees. honeybees that he keeps at a friend's house. he's their dad.
i once had an organic garden near the apartment he & i lived in before we moved to where we are now.
i am a semi-environmentalist. i say "semi" because i do what i can, but i'm not extreme, and i also believe that God (yes God!) will restore the earth.
extremists of all sorts bother me greatly. all things in moderation is key, i think....keeping balance in everything.
thanks for reading this wall of text, if you did.
~love~
brokenkitten

why brokenkitten?
for a long time i have had these open wounds on my soul.
i used to envision myself as a wounded kitten, cute, with broken paws, but still with claws. ready to hurt anyone who tried to hurt me more than i already had.
i'm done fighting, the main source of my pain has been dead & buried for a long time now. i feel guilt & regret over the death, but that's another story for another day.

the name stuck though.