age: 26 (Mar 22, 1986)
MEMBER SINCE: October 2011
occupation: Unemployed renaissance woman
i lost my virginity: But got a rotisserie oven!
makes me sad: My soul-crushing factory job, a lack of fried okra, and cold toes.
body mods: Seven piercings, twelve tattoos (and counting) See if you can find them all in my pictures.
sign: Pisces/Aries cusp. Even my horoscope is confused
crush: Russell Brand
makes me happy: Paleontology, computers, exploring the earth beneath our feet, Alfons Mucha, shiny baubles, more makeup than I could possibly need, playing fetch with my cat...oh, so many things!
fantasy: To run away and be a modern-day gypsy girl. I want a converted van full of bright scarves and pillows, with no cares in the world.
heroes: Amanda Palmer - I want to be that fearless and amazing.
I'm inwardly twitching. The Greyhound still makes me nervous, even though this is my second time riding. Despite obviously not being murdered or defiled last time, it's hard to shake the mental image society gives us. Truth be told, bus travel ain't bad. Yeah, not everyone is a bright shiny person. But hey, neither is everyone on a pain. Assholes on a plane just tend to be assholes with bigger incomes.
I'll take Greyhound and transfers and long rides over an airport any day. It's a lot less stressful, and I get plenty of (usually medicated) naps. Not thrilled about having three transfers, but I picked the route. This keeps me out of Detroit, a place I find overwhelmingly sad the last time through. That city just seemed dead somehow.
It's all worthwhile. I'm going to my favorite city to see my favorite person to restart the best love I've ever had. Thrilling
And I get pho for lunch right after I arrive.
Cross your fingers all goes smoothly and I stay safe. Dead girls post no nudes.
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