Stephanie Bradley:  

y facets of my self-destruction. I've been told I'm "really loud". I like correcting peoples mis-pronunciation of words in front of a large group of people. I know big psychology terms like 'transference' and 'engulfment'. I approach most of my life & work with cynicism or a sarcastic wit, only, to help me better hide behind the complex and sophisticated emotions of my heart. My friends describe me as shallow and superficial. When I am not judging or making fun of others, I am trying to find out who my boyfriend is sneaking around with- besides that , I am an all American firecracker, pondering the expansion of my progressive madness and realizing there are no limitations in my potential to be insane. I lie about my age. I am 27. My eyes are green. I am 5'10" with heels. I am the youngest of 10 kids.{ I have 5 brothers and 4 sisters.} They are all nuts. As a young girl, I was a deprived adolescent that butterflied into a spoiled child. I ran away and followed my dream of becoming a celebrity in Hollywood. That was fortuitously acheived. Now I have to dodge paparazzi and check for shutterbugs in trees. It is tenuous. I love pretend. I live with wreckless abandon and inhale mineral spirits in order to feel alive. I have never done porn. And I don't like to watch it. I don't have any pets. The only pet I've had in the past five years was a goldfish named Orson, and he died. But, when I have kids someday in the future, I will do everything I can to keep them alive.".