gender: SG
age: 25 (Apr 14, 1988)
occupation: DSP, baker, student
body mods: 2 inch plugs, Monroe and madusa, 2 naval, and a shitload of tattoos
makes me sad: roadkill, skipped cds, bad movies
makes me happy: Black coffee, crazy people, my yoga mat, warmth, bunnies, cleaning, painting, writing, guitar, zombies and mutants, Adventures, traveling, meeting new friends, the beautiful world of body modification
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I've been spending a lot of time with my baby chickens. I think I am a chicken whisperer. They say you aren't able to tell when they are babies what sex they are, but I can totally tell. There is an alpha male, Trogdor, that regulates on human sitting and who gets what food. Hopefully, he won't grow up to be a dick, because I once had a rooster and that didn't turn out well. We had to feed it with a shovel and both my mom and I looked like we had abusive husbands with all the bruises he left us. Charlie, my previous rooster, ended up growing up to be a Red Baron, which is the cock fighting breed. We gave him to a farm and he ended up dying from a dog fight. Doing what he loves, of course. These chickens are Americanas, supposedly they lay blue and green eggs. I don't eat eggs, but giving them away is just as rewarding. Our other chickens are named Mardigan (Trogdors token girlfriend), Dorrito (slightly autistic), and Chuck (the gender bender dark one)


Pepper is unsure about the whole situation.
I have completed my school. I got a B in Statistics, B in History, A in Music Literature, and then my english grade hasn't come in yet. I'm pretty happy, not only with my grades but the fact I don't have to go to that shitty college anymore and can just do online classes. My major is Nutrition, and we don't have any degrees like that around here so I'll be doing mine via Kansas State online.
With that being said, I took my old job back. As much as I told myself I wouldn't do it, I need the money. I have to suck it up and just deal with it. At least I'll be dealing with the same people I know how to work around, but dealing with family is difficult. The actual clients that live there are not a problem, it's just dealing with family that's difficult. For people who don't know where I work, I work at a group home for the mentally disabled. It's 6...






I've been spending a lot of time with my baby chickens. I think I am a chicken whisperer. They say you aren't able to tell when they are babies what sex they are, but I can totally tell. There is an alpha male, Trogdor, that regulates on human sitting and who gets what food. Hopefully, he won't grow up to be a dick, because I once had a rooster and that didn't turn out well. We had to feed it with a shovel and both my mom and I looked like we had abusive husbands with all the bruises he left us. Charlie, my previous rooster, ended up growing up to be a Red Baron, which is the cock fighting breed. We gave him to a farm and he ended up dying from a dog fight. Doing what he loves, of course. These chickens are Americanas, supposedly they lay blue and green eggs. I don't eat eggs, but giving them away is just as rewarding. Our other chickens are named Mardigan (Trogdors token girlfriend), Dorrito (slightly autistic), and Chuck (the gender bender dark one)

Pepper is unsure about the whole situation.
I have completed my school. I got a B in Statistics, B in History, A in Music Literature, and then my english grade hasn't come in yet. I'm pretty happy, not only with my grades but the fact I don't have to go to that shitty college anymore and can just do online classes. My major is Nutrition, and we don't have any degrees like that around here so I'll be doing mine via Kansas State online.
With that being said, I took my old job back. As much as I told myself I wouldn't do it, I need the money. I have to suck it up and just deal with it. At least I'll be dealing with the same people I know how to work around, but dealing with family is difficult. The actual clients that live there are not a problem, it's just dealing with family that's difficult. For people who don't know where I work, I work at a group home for the mentally disabled. It's 6...











































