From a description of Kali in the book Tantric Visions of the Divine Feminine: the Ten Mahavidyas:
"She is gaunt, has fangs, laughs loudly, dances madly, wears a garland of corpses, sits on the back of a ghost, and lives in the cremation ground." (p. 70)
Apart from those last three (which make me wonder why Hindu imagery never caught on in the realm of heavy metal album art), that sounds exactly like me in my twenties! I'm a little less gaunt and madly-dancing than I used to be, but the crooked front teeth and the laugh are still intact.