age: 22 (Apr 02, 1990)
MEMBER SINCE: May 2008
occupation: Retail wage-whore
body mods: None, but I want some
gets me hot: Sultry Personality, Eyes, Legs, Voice, hot X chromosome on X chromosome action
heroes: None really.
into: Guitars, Psychology, Gadgets, The Internet, Sleeping
stats: Hair: Brown Eyes: Blue-Gray Body: Stout Blood Type: Blue
sign: Aries. But the only Zodiac I like is the serial killer.
fantasy: Hm, probably a teacher. Or a librarian. Or a secretary. Pretty much, glasses and skirts are not optional.
most humbling moment: Getting Knocked over by a Yorkshire Terrier in the park.
makes me happy: Being Occupied Occupying France
crush: None. : (
NOVEMBER 2011
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I feel good.
Like I know I should.
For some reason, I'm full of energy and happy feelings. What the hell? I'm usually crazy depressed. I'm not bipolar, at least, not to my knowledge. Do I have a brain tumor? Will my death be a sad parody of John Travolta's in "Phenomenon?" I'm not used to this. I'm not sleepy during the day, and I don't have this burning desire to burn down civilization. The good news is that this will probably all go away soon and I'll be back to my usual depressed self. Is that optimism or pessimism? I don't know anymore.