About Me
"Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin to slit throats..." - H.L. Mencken
age: 25 (Nov 06, 1986)
MEMBER SINCE: December 2005
occupation: Student, Writer
fantasy: Clea DuVall (always), Drag Kings, Nuns, a troop of Butch Girl Scouts ;]
sign: I, myself, am not at all tame.
crush: Maggie Gyllenhaal covered in flower wearing an apron
body mods: 7 tattoos, 5 piercings (not including the 3 in each ear). Look at the pics, yo!
BLOGS
Hola! It's been quite awhile...
So, Halloween in New Orleans was absolute madness. I was Tank Girl ♥
My 21st birthday just passed and I'm still hesitating in front of bars. Haha, but I'm legal now, bitches, so watch out! I went to Ampersands last night to see Paul Oakenfold play and that dude was acting all kinds of fucked up. Still had fun, though. Probably not as much as the rest of the crowd seeing as how I wasn't rolling my nuts off, but still, I was moderately drunk and wearing my combat boots, just in case a greasy frat boy with his shades and popped collar got a little too close.
Ooooooo! I'm getting a new tattoo soon! Everyone hunt down "Elevator to the Gallows." Watch it and fall in love with the hotness that is Jeanne Morreau. Her lovely face is going to be permanently placed on my thigh
In other news...
I'm almost sure I pricked my finger on some mal-intented spool, maybe in my sleep- or that place between sleep and functioning. All my vitals are in check- the heart still beats, the lungs still pump air and clouds of cigarette smoke. But I swear I'm not myself today, quite possibly for the past ____. I've talked to specialists and all their speculating has left me dizzy, still sitting on my ass in the middle of the bathroom floor.
*spoilers*
So, Halloween in New Orleans was absolute madness. I was Tank Girl ♥
My 21st birthday just passed and I'm still hesitating in front of bars. Haha, but I'm legal now, bitches, so watch out! I went to Ampersands last night to see Paul Oakenfold play and that dude was acting all kinds of fucked up. Still had fun, though. Probably not as much as the rest of the crowd seeing as how I wasn't rolling my nuts off, but still, I was moderately drunk and wearing my combat boots, just in case a greasy frat boy with his shades and popped collar got a little too close.
Ooooooo! I'm getting a new tattoo soon! Everyone hunt down "Elevator to the Gallows." Watch it and fall in love with the hotness that is Jeanne Morreau. Her lovely face is going to be permanently placed on my thigh
In other news...
I'm almost sure I pricked my finger on some mal-intented spool, maybe in my sleep- or that place between sleep and functioning. All my vitals are in check- the heart still beats, the lungs still pump air and clouds of cigarette smoke. But I swear I'm not myself today, quite possibly for the past ____. I've talked to specialists and all their speculating has left me dizzy, still sitting on my ass in the middle of the bathroom floor.
*spoilers*
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