age: 30 (Jan 21, 1982)
MEMBER SINCE: August 2010
occupation: graphic artist/writer/college student/daydreamer
stats: 5'8 and a half,curvy and pretty with a ass like J-Lo.
crush: My hero and inspiration Keith Gordon and Bud Cort
heroes: Sigourney Weaver, Tina Turner, Madonna, Bud Cort, Keith Gordon and the SuicideGirls
makes me happy: Books, music and people make the world go round
sign: Aquarius
makes me sad: Deadbeat parents , mistreated kids, homophobes, people who don't want to do anything with their sorry lives, the war on Iraq, my family members with ongoing issues
gets me hot: Stuff from Victoria's Secret and Frederick's of Hollywood, feeling the sweat from working out, men wearing eyeshadow (80's fetish), late night bubble baths
into: music: alternative, punk, 80's music including new wave, techno, cartoons, 80's movies, sci-fi/horror/fantasy movies, drawing comics, painting, spending money, studying, tattoos, fashion (desiging my own) writing short stories, babies, puppies and kitties, candy, different types of guys (geek, feminine, punk, etc) girls like me, unity, and staying out of trouble
For thirty years of my life, I dealt with the death of my teen mother who died nine days before my first birthday The frequent absence of my estranged ex-con father who was in-and-out of jail, mostly for failure to pay child support which he owes me; being a scam victim of a for-profit college that i'm still paying a student loans;financial ups-and-downs; people who I fought they cared about me turned into toxic friends and mostly working on to do greater more with my life.
I have been doing some serious thinking of last month. I desired to become a full-time graphic artist and painter and decide to move around states every year. I don't feel happy in this city that had been getting negative headlines as "The dangerous city in the world", "The city's worst educational instituation", and "the city's road to financial ruin" because of it's lack of job prospects. Just recently, Reading, PA is now ranked #1 with the high poverty rate. This city does NOT give anyone a chance, especially the city's college graduates. Since nobody don't want to hire, I had to turn to freelance design.
I decided not to go by anybody's standards, telling me I can't succeed by myself and I will never leave this city....they can go fuck themselves! I decided to end toxic friendships with people who don't care who mostly don't help themselves. I'm getting TOO old for this. I have to do something for myself now.
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