age: 24 (Jun 20, 1988)
MEMBER SINCE: October 2008
occupation: vagrant
most humbling moment: making an ass of myself and being too proud to admit it until it's glaringly obvious
gets me hot: intelligence, kindness, sense of humor, experience, imperfections
sign: gemini / cancer cusp
fantasy: i can fly
heroes: neal cassady, tank girl
into: beer, nice people, traveling, zombies, tattoos, freight trains, writing, horror, performance art, activism, bikes, freedom, comic books, understanding, candy, music, slingshots, photography, adventures, new york city, new orleans, san francisco / the bay area, and portland maine
makes me happy: my boyfriend, good conversations, blowing bubbles, riding my bicycle, ground scores, kick downs, hip hop, beautiful girls, nice people, new places, good books, sea monkeys
body mods: 1/2 sleeve on right upper arm, head lice stick n poke behind left ear, edward gorey bicycle tat on left shoulder blade, knuckle tats, way more ink planned and i'm always looking for new artists... also dreadlocks and tons of scars
makes me sad: people who think money is more important than other people, being ignored, not being taken seriously, apathy, the way the homeless are treated, objectification of women, cruelty to animals, racism, gentrification, watching the news, shit talkers, when bambis' mom gets shot
i lost my virginity: somewhere. who cares.
got robbed by a photographers assistant yesterday. that was fucked up. why would someone steal from me? im very obviously poor. i found my wallet in the bathroom after the shoot with 250$ missing. fucking yuppie twat. probably needed more coke and her 500$ a month allowance from her parents just wasn't enough to support her habit. poor little rich girl. had i been braver i would have broken her fucking pretty little face. but i was polite, left, broke down sobbing, and called the photog to tell him what had happened. he told me i must have been mistaken. i hung up, cried some more, walked to central and tried to sniff out some dope, couldnt find any, cried more... went home. my boyfriend called me weak, which i am. i watched some angel dvds and went to sleep.
i have not cried in months.
i have been mostly clean for several months now.
i guess that is the type of situation that can trigger a relapse. good to know my limits i guess.
anyways, thats why i havent answered my emails.
i will hop to it. soon. im not ignoring you guys. im just in a tough spot right now, working my ass off for my small ammount of money, having it stolen from me by some trust fund kid, trying to make money with my modeling and also trying to find a job, kick heroin, keep me and joel off the streets, and deal with my crazy abusive mother who keeps calling me to tell me what a waste of life i am... this site is pretty low on my priority list. but you guys are all really nice and i promise i WILL get back to you.
love,
erica
at the very least your smokin hot and you can use that, dope will take both of those assets away.
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