MEMBER SINCE: December 2010
occupation: Media bitch
crush: All time crush Drew Barrymore.
body mods: Some tatts.
heroes: Viv Savage
sign: Gemini (danger, keep back!)
gets me hot: Direct sunlight. Crowded tube trains. A 5k run, Watersports.
most humbling moment: My dad had a stroke, completely forgot who I was, didn't recognise me. Pretty damn humbling moment...
makes me happy: Sun. High heels with great legs. People smiling at each other in the street. Drinking with my friends. Getting a head shot on Battlefield 2. Genital piercings. Re-reading Mick Farren's DNA Cowboys trilogy.
i lost my virginity: Late. And very quickly. The girl had some damned new fangled bra thing on and whilst I was fumbling... oh... ohh.... OOOHHH.... oh no.
makes me sad: The meaness and greed of humanity, and the fact I'm part of it.
After ploughing a lot of time into 'Jesse Welles', the point of which he was meant to start off an arrogant player, fall in love, get his heart broken then realise hes been an arsehole all this time and maybe, or maybe not, repent and fall in love with a nice girl at the end, but as I finished his profile two things occurred to me. 1 he IS an arsehole and no one would sympathise with him at all. 2 there was rather too much of myself in this character.
Does this mean im an arsehole? That perhaps I should realise all my past misdeeds? That maybe I should repent? Or that im just a 2D movie character? Its actually left me a little depressed that on reflection im this person. Are we ever who we think we are or are we much more heroic and stylised in our minds??
























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