age: 25 (May 20, 1987)
MEMBER SINCE: December 2008
occupation: box offica assistant for the theatre and an occasional exotic dancer
crush: my kitten dr pepper
sign: Taurus
heroes: elliot from scrubs Jessica Rabbit Bettie Page Bridgette Bardot
makes me sad: being alone...
fantasy: having sex in a beautiful park in the rain on a picnic table.
into: creating, giggles, dancing, art, travel , dress ups, photography, expression in all forms, design, burlesque, 50's pin up girls and theatre
makes me happy: music. I like having a soundtrack to life, jumping into a hot car and letting it take your breathe away. touch. hugs can heal the world. singing loudly!!!! when my cat sleeps on my tummy and i have her warmth at night. travelling and actaully seeing the world, not just being in it. when people smile back. old people holding hands, the smell of rain, teddy bears that are hand made, dancing for myself with a blank canvas, playgrounds at night.
most humbling moment: visiting thailand
i lost my virginity: not in the most romantic of ways, but i am glad it happened when it did. taught me a lot about myself.
gets me hot: collar bones!!!! watching someone get off, dress ups, the thought of being watched or caught.
an in joke from a dear friend who i have not seen in such a long time. those of you that know of the song 'unworthy of your love' from assassins, you will know the last word in the line is sky, not wine. and even though the friend thought wine was the real word and tried to cover up by saying he was joking, I have always felt that this word fits better anyhow. It describes real love better, it is more personal and more correct content for our freindship. wine is much more important to us than sky. a bottle of mojo (a lovely wine) is more bonding and ever lasting than sky. The sky is shared by everyone. Couple of bottels of mojo is sacred between friends.
I am unworthy of your love, darling darling.
Let me prove worthy of your love!
Tell me how I can earn your love,
Set me free.
How can I turn your love
To me?
I got a letter from my mummy today. It contained the funeral service card from my aunty margs funeral which i was unable to attend. I laughed with joy at the photo of her on the front, her smiling, holding a pack of cigarettes. She died of lung cancer from smoking but she never quit. Although I myself dont find the appeal of smoking it was one of her joys, same as football (afl) two things she didnt ever give up, that made her happy, til the day she died. love you marg xoxo
goodnight
easier said than done I know!
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