gender: SG
age: 27 (Sep 26, 1984)
occupation: Sexy Music teacher and Model. woo woo
makes me happy: tearing flesh off of my kidnapped victims, I still have the videos,
stats: 24. Live in Essex. Can suck my big right toe.
heroes: Wonder woman and my best buddie Nikki "get your cunt out!!!!"
makes me sad: that no one has assinated bush, people who put other people down to satisfy themselves. Negativity.
i lost my virginity: to my brother when I was 10. he was shit.
into: Anything sinister and playing guitar. My latest sex toy has been Henry the Hoover. Now I know why men use it!!
sign: A very undecisive Libra.
crush: I hit someone last night driving home drunk from church
fantasy: People doing back to me what I have done to them. Please, please, please!!!
body mods: couple'a tunnels, lip, nose, belly tat. Esta aqui!
He takes pictures of, well, his, you know.... poo. And sends them to me. An array of shit, what's worse is that he gives them names like his favourite ones 'Crystal' and 'Critter'.
He pulls his pubes out of his ass and puts them on me... I know this because it's just happened, and it's still somewhere on my chest. He stuck a can of soup up his arse and when I'd forgotten about it he asked me to put the soup on, I ignored him (lazy bastard) so he put the tin on my face as I tried to continue ignoring him. He began chuckling, I wasn't quite sure why he found it amusing. It dawned on me, the smell was a placebo. An absolutely abhorrent experience. I should be welcomed with unicorns, hearts and chocolate, instead I get clouds of stench and arse awaiting me.
The final straw. The other night he chased me with his bum and rubbed it on my all-in-one pyjamas. He proceeded to the toilet and, upon re-entering the room exclaimed that it stank. He let me know that his bum may not have been squeaky clean. I took my pyjamas off and to my horror faint lines of grossness were visable. Pleased with his shock tactics he stood up naked and brandished a hair dryer and blew even more stink towards me. Why am I with him? Sometimes I am astonished by his tenacity and his arse. It does make me laugh, I wished I didn't laugh at it so much, I go through laughing to pure anger and fury. I feel relieved to get it off my chest..


























