I scanned & put up some pictures my friend Matt took of me when I still lived in New York. a long, long time ago now, it seems...

me and a boy...

me and a girl...

me and some very sexy streaks of light, made possible by extremely poor (or brilliant) flash management...

I know, i know, but get over your jealousy and imagine what you would give to even just briefly run your tongue across my belly-button...

hehe..

God and I had quite a big falling out. We still don't speak to each other, the little shit.

Oh, I still call him.
(names, mostly...)

My emotional self is hypnotizable by cookies.

cheers fellow suck-your-soul-dry new-orleanders

your social-anarchist diatribe is beginning to make me nauseous. if you want to keep trying to argue politics with me, pick up a book that wasn't written by Chomsky. but don't try. and don't tell me how great my ass and/or dreaklocks look inside the same conversation in which you try and compell me with your neo-liberal-feminist bullshit. if you're gonna feed me crap on a stick, at least have the decency of believing the words coming out of your own mouth.

has anyone seen that muppet porn going around? I think its called "won't you let my puppets come" or something like that. apparantly there's real, honest-to-gosh muppet beastiality in it. joy!

so, what's bewildering to me is that once your set is approved by SGHQ, they seem to arbitrarily pick a new profile picture for you from somewhere within the set.. in this case a pic i never would have choosen... and strike away all of your former powers of creative control over your own personal representation to the rest of the SG community...

well, not all control. just that one headshot. but its the most important one!

in other news, I really like Oceanspray Cranberry-Rasberry juice. Squatters also very much enjoy said juice. If you're a squatter, please don't come to my house. You're not supposed to know where I live anyway.

I'm serious. I'll Beat you.

Key:
= scary face
= strange alien with 3 boobs and a cesarian scar

hey, look at that, I'm Pink now!

well, i got an email today from Missy saying they were finishing up my photoset, and would let me know for sure by the end of the week whether to use it... in the meantime, continually ganking Ian's account during this prolonged waiting period has worn on my patience, so I've bit the cheese and created my account anyway... so here I am!

What blows my mind is that, on the (premature?) assumption that I'm in, I'll be only the *2nd* New Orleans SuicideGirl?? I mean, i don't know if there're any LimboChickies hangin' out, but, c'mon, WTF?? New Orleans has always occurred to me as a pretty likely ground-zero for any potential punkrock-sexuality-explosion phenomena... i certainly see more than my fair share of pierced cunt during pretty much any and every of the spontaneous Circus paroxysms at the Hi-Ho Lounge...

i don't know what I actually just said, but i'm sure it sounds smart!