age: 25 (Nov 05, 1986)
MEMBER SINCE: November 2005
occupation: Art Thug, Sex Kitten, Attitude-Haver
into: Drugs that aren't synthetic, kissing, lip piercings, non-lame tattoos, art, minimalism
crush: Neck Face
most humbling moment: RIP Mom and Grandma.
fantasy: Mama's little darling likes violent sex.......
gets me hot: Angels in disguise. Rappers and DJ's. Writers.
i lost my virginity: In my bedroom at three in the morning when I was sixteen with everyone else completely unaware of what was going on.
makes me happy: Taquerias, the beach, my camera, cigarettes, cannabis clubs, awesome lighters, cozy sweaters, fluffy socks, paint cans, mops, boys who know what's up.
body mods: 0g lobes, 14g upper lobes, 18g both nostril, 14g snakebites, 14g tongue, vida tattoo on the nape of my neck, out line of a heart on my inner right bicep, bass clef on my right calf, kahlo-esque banners containing the words "have mercy" on my wrists, and of course, the wu-tang symbol on my ass.
stats: Single
makes me sad: Goths, mean people, the cops, people who don't take responsibility for their actions, buzzkills, whoever invented air conditioning.
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Ace bandages are my new church. You know you understand.
But hey, I was falling down drunk ("twelve beers? what?!" was the quote of the night) and got to make out with a hot guy wearing a red speedo and a fur coat AND unibomber glasses. I was in a yellow nighty and black lacy underwear, and of course soaked in olive oil. It was a fashion moment to remember. Brandon got a picture of us making out and said it looks like a Prada ad.
In other words, I'm a hottie. Duh. Also, I was asked to join the Barnyard Burlesque. Also duh on that one. I'm calling Stacy to get the address for the meetings and starting ASAP.
Ugh. I feel like I fell down a flight of stairs. Boo. My date tonight better rub my shoulders.....