41/F/US - Not sure what exactly I'm here for, but maybe it's you

It's after 7am, I've been awake since 8pm. If you ask me why, I will send you the gif of Stu Pickles saying "Because I've lost control of my life." It bounces around, sometimes I'm waking up at 10am and sometimes I'm rolling out of bed at 4pm. I have the freedom for an erratic sleep schedule because I don't work. It usually depends on if I've started talking to someone new and I'm enjoying the conversation so much that my sleep schedule shifts while we chat, or I lose track of time in a game or craft project and next thing I know the birds are singing outside my window.

Thanks to untreated chronic pain, my entire social life is online, and I always have room for a new potential friend. I'm looking for someone who enjoys chatting and bantering throughout the day (or night depending on sleep schedules and timezones) or maybe we'll just bully each other for an hour then never speak again. I also appreciate people who understand sometimes a conversation just fizzles out.

I don't share a selfie right away, I like that bit of anonymity while we feel each other out, but if we click I'll share a face to go with the name. I have a thing for nice voices and have one of my own, we can trade voice notes if you want.

Here's some various facts you can use to judge whether you should hate me-

• I'm loud and can be a little chaotic, if you can't handle sarcasm and sass then we won't click.
• I'm currently obsessed with stickers and am constantly surrounded by half-finished projects I'll probably ramble about, some are now covered in the stickers I will also ramble about.
• I love horror movies unless it's a slow burn, I have the attention span of drool.
• I don't care about anime.
• My Spotify is full of rock, metal, and according to the algorithm I occasionally enjoy whatever "darkwave" is. That weekly discovery thing recommended Oxygen by Auger and I've literally been listening to only that for like two straight days, I hyperfixate.
• I can send you pictures of my dog, sunsets, clouds, and occasional bugs if they don't creep you out.
• My brain is stuck in the 90s, come sit next to me if you also miss AOL chat rooms and SNICK.
• I spend my time thinking about things like why the Howells packed so much clothing & jewelry for a three-hour tour, and why Ferris Bueller's dean was so angry that he was absent only nine times in one semester considering that's what I'd call a near-perfect attendance record.

Send a chat/DM if you're intrigued, tell me about yourself. I don't want to be bothered by someone who thinks "Hey" is a good icebreaker, I'm a yapper but will not carry the conversation.