
MEMBER SINCE: October 2002
occupation: snowflake
most humbling moment: boot camp
fantasy: is essentially distracting
stats: a head full of stars.
makes me sad: The US of A quite a bit. And wasted anything.
body mods: one tattoo in arabic script on my left forearm. honesty.
crush: evb.
sign: Libra, Aquarius moon, Aquarius rising. Basically an air head
gets me hot: smart nerdy girls, girls who play music, short Betty bangs, seamed stockings, bare backs & body odor.
makes me happy: music. tequila. flowers. having something in common.
i lost my virginity: in the senior lounge of my highschool when i was 15 to a cute girl on crutches. She had hairier armpits than me at the time, which has been fine with me from that day forward.
Downpour, whats it all for?
Waiting out rain, but the sun never came out,
While indoors, I tally the score.
I thought that I won, but I misread the sum of my
Sacrifices, like the bargain prices piled up in my grocery store cart.
Oh my Jesus, I just cant believe this, now shes returning all the tiny pieces of my
Close-out sale heart; I should have seen from the start,
And furthermore, I should have sworn off the roar of her downpour.
Whats it all for? I know theres a reason behind every treason, and
Detour, and dark paramour. Under this thunder Im suffering blunders and
Sacrifices, like the bargain prices piled up in a grocery store cart.
Oh my Jesus, I just cant believe this, now shes returning all the broken pieces of my
Bargain-bin heart; I should have known from the start,
And furthermore, I should have sworn off the roar of her downpour.
Downpour; love no more. Its a downpour; this loves no more.
Waiting out rain, but the sun never came out,
While indoors, I tally the score.
I thought that I won, but I misread the sum of my
Sacrifices, like the bargain prices piled up in my grocery store cart.
Oh my Jesus, I just cant believe this, now shes returning all the tiny pieces of my
Close-out sale heart; I should have seen from the start,
And furthermore, I should have sworn off the roar of her downpour.
Whats it all for? I know theres a reason behind every treason, and
Detour, and dark paramour. Under this thunder Im suffering blunders and
Sacrifices, like the bargain prices piled up in a grocery store cart.
Oh my Jesus, I just cant believe this, now shes returning all the broken pieces of my
Bargain-bin heart; I should have known from the start,
And furthermore, I should have sworn off the roar of her downpour.
Downpour; love no more. Its a downpour; this loves no more.











Jena