i hate being confused. i hate people. i hate how everyone wants something and doesn't want anyone else to have it. i should just become a lesbian and be done with it all.

too bad i like boys so much.

i am so craving icecream right now. it's the perfect breakup-death-catranaway-confused food ever. so, um, i'm going to go out in the minus-a-million temperatures to get icecream. YES i'm crazy. expect me to edit this journal entry when i get back, talking about how damn good my icecream is. unless i get hit by a car or something.

edit: mm, strawberry. it's super foggy outside! i love fog... (i've so far typo'd fog as both gof and dog. obviously i'm retarded.) mm... icecream. brings back memories.

highs and lows.

i need a job. yes, that is definitely something i need. i'm thinking... i could work in a photo lab or something. that way i can easily develop porno photos without worrying about some acne-covered adolescent boy taking some copies home.

also, they'd HAVE to pay well... right?

i am the timekiller...

i'm finally getting less sick. hurrah. excitement all around. also, people have been noticing, i'm proudly sporting the pink! more excitement!

metal night tonight! BE THERE OR BE SQUARE!

it was beautiful today. too bad i was too sick to enjoy it.

thank you to everyone for the well-wishes! i really appreciate it. everyone is so fucking nice. it's adorable.

uploading some new crazy pictures...

i fucking love jesse james. seriously, he's so damn hot. who ELSE can (or would) take a peterbilt engine and turn it into a chopper? ONLY JESSE!

well... i sent in the set... i guess we'll see.
also, i have a cold! UGH! i hate being sick! hopefully you can't tell how snotty and runny i am in the pictures. YUCK. then again... i'm sure sick ugly girls turn SOMEONE on.

i really don't have anything else that's exciting to share. how un-rad.

shooting the set on saturday.
finally.
i've had my release and ID in for about a month now... so i guess it's about freaking time!

in other news. i have got to stop drinking. i drink entirely too much. also: my suicidegirls membership was only for a month. i need to renew it, in case i'm not accepted as a suicidegirl and all. i'm addicted to this damn place now.

going to a motorcycle show in the morning! YEAH! i'm such a biker chick now... OCC BABY! jesse james!

wouldn't it be wonderful if life were always perfect?

new year's was fucking intense. the absinthe did me in. (it's my downfall.) i went to a fetish masquerade ball... it was fantastic.

new year's resolutions for 2004? get my set in. stop feeling so bad about myself all the time. be happy for me and not for someone else. work on my art more often.

http://www.deviantprints.com/affiliates/malloreigh

so i got my labret piercing and tattoo yesterday. mm, it's fucking amazing. i already want another tattoo. in fact, i already wanted another one before i got this one. the pain was... different than i expected. i'd definitely go through it again, though.

next? i'm going to get some more ear piercings, and i want to get something tattooed on my wrists. (the current idea is a skull and crossbones, but i doubt i'll like that much when i'm sixty.)