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age: 24 (Mar 25, 1987)

MEMBER SINCE: January 2009

occupation: massage therapist, various

makes me happy: nipples, poetry, swings n' things, cookies, and music.

i lost my virginity: as an experiment, and a Christmas gift.

stats: 5'6" natural brunette, brown/hazel eyes, average build

makes me sad: cruelty, caramel, and coyotes.

most humbling moment: something about walking directly into a door.

gets me hot: intelligence, massage, low-slung jeans, poetry, llollipops, nipples, candlelight, kisses, washboard abs, shower-fresh, music, moans, stilettos, black lingerie

crush: Angelina Jolie/ Scarlett Johanssen/ Kate Beckinsale/ Catherine Zeta-Jones/ Kate Winslet/ Ellen Page/ Emma Thompson/ Olga Kurylenko

fantasy: a beautiful stranger.

heroes: Those who write to live and live to write; philosophers, the curious and Bohemian. ...Essentially, people who love life and love people. Those who have lost themselves. Those who pick their noses and laugh.

sign: Aries

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MARCH 13, 2009 @ 10:46 AM | NO COMMENTS


"This Could Be Love" -- Alkaline Trio

I've got a book of matches
I've got a can of kerosene
I've got some bad ideas involving you and me
I don't blame you for walking away
I touched myself had thoughts of flames
I shat the bed and laid there in it
Thinking of you wide awake for days
Wide awake for days

And I found you tongue-tied in my twisted little brain
You couldn't crack a smile
I didn't catch your name
I don't blame you for walking away
I'd do the same if I saw me
I swear it's not contagious
In four short steps we can erase this

Step one -- slit my throat
Step two -- play in my blood
Step three -- cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
Step four -- stop off at Edgebrook Creek and rinse your crimson hands
You took me hostage and made your demands
I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one

I'm like a broken record
I've got a needle scratching me
It injects the poison of alcohol I.V.
I don't blame you for walking away
I'd do the same if I saw me
I swear it's not contagious
I swear to God it's not contagious

Step one -- slit my throat
Step two -- play in my blood
Step three -- cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
Step four -- stop at Lake Michigan and rinse your crimson hands
You took me hostage and made your demands
I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one

This could be love - love for fire
This could be love - love for fire
This could be love - love for fire
This could be love for fire forevermore

Step one -- slit my throat
Step two -- play in my blood
Step three -- cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
Step four -- stop at Berkeley Marina and rinse your crimson hands
You took me hostage and made your demands
I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one
One by one

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