the dying don't think much of it

About Me

my [un]true love, lost at sea
----I will lie awake,
lie for fun and
fake the way I hold you;
make you fall for every
empty word I say.
my name is BRINNY (once you've knocked a couple back)
britt: het. heterosexual. as in no kinky ass sex. alex: ...whats the point? britt: there isn't. and that's what terrifies me most about this world, alex. the lack of anal penetration involving handcuffs is mortifying.
Now pay close attention, 'cause I'll only say this once:
Campfires and pudding, spikes at Quizno's and coconut donuts. Drawers of empty bottles and sorry babe, we lack physical chemistry,locks of hair on walls and pee counts.
I don't mean to alarm you, but there's a dragon sitting at that table and a monkey escaping from that kid's chest.
Cinderella fuzzy slippers and sleeping in sheds, you're cute and I wanna fuck. Harboring fugitives and the abominable snowman taking up residence in your mailbox, plakes and locker bruises.
I ain't gettin' out of bed for no cops and there are kids running around naked fucking in the bushes. Whabam and handcuff brawls, protesting in the football field and taping up our mouths.
A blonde, a brunette, and a redhead.
You remind me of the babe and Satan's in my void, eluding Frank and picnics on the roof. Real estate agents and ziplining, I can't feel my lips and library bathroom stalls.
--(Oh, by the way, the people in Boston don't have their own shit)--
Chatham and robberies, Robbie rapings and Applebee's kidnappings. There was this really sick Anti-Flag show and I'm bored, let's walk and make a sandwich.
What can I say? Josie's on a vacation far away.
...and if you haven't got a clue what any of this means, then you clearly don't belong here.
SCRAPPY - SPLEEN - SCONE♥

My Interests

Kicking puppies.

I'd like to meet:

Phillip Morris, to thank him profusely, Oscar Wilde, a clone of myself, and God (just to see)

Music:

...The Shins...
..Brand New..
...He is Legend...
....Butch Walker....
...The Bled...
..My Chemical Romance..
...Every Time I Die...
....Marvelous 3....
.....Fall Out Boy (shamelessly, you assholes).....
....Marilyn Manson....
...The Faint...
..The Jonbenet..
.Slipknot.
..That Band that I Love but Alyssa Says I Can't Put their Name On Myspace..
...From First to Last...

Avenged Sevenfold. Bitch.

Movies:

AMERICAN HISTORY X, Boys Don't Cry, Requiem for a Dream, A Terrible Misunderstanding, Trainspotting, Gia, A Clockwork Orange, Audition, White Oleander, Stealing Beauty, The Faculty, The Big Lebowski, High Fidelity, Domino, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Don Juan DeMarco, The Labyrinth, Fight Club, Sin City, Quills, and VELVET GOLDMINE --- Best. Movie. Ever.

Television:

I DON'T WATCH TELEVISION, BLAKE. STOP ASKING ME ABOUT SOUTH PARK!

Books:

The Nightrunner Series, The Vampire Chronicles, The Sight, Firebringer, White Oleander, The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde - yay pedophilia!, Kushiel's Trilogy, War for the Oaks, Watership Down

Heroes:

NORMAN SPATULA HANDS! One day, I hope that I too can accomplish his masterful skill with a spatula.

My Blog

wtf

is a blog anyways?
Posted by the dying don't think much of it on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 03:33:00 PST

everybody's going to the party, have a real good time

I'M NOT BRITTANY! MUAHAHAHA! I'm Anah. Some of you know me as Ge-shaped, most of you don't know me at all. I'm here to mangle and deform Brittany's myspace, MUAHAHAHAAHAAAA! selfwhoring <3 Ana...
Posted by the dying don't think much of it on Mon, 07 Nov 2005 06:24:00 PST

Friends forever? I've still got scars from that.

What do you do when the one person that you've based your entire life around ends up poisoning you? Do you: a. Kill yourself. b. Hate yourself. c. Hate them. or d. Question your existence and everythi...
Posted by the dying don't think much of it on Sun, 06 Nov 2005 04:36:00 PST

But I still know the way to make your makeup run.

I just got the sudden urge to get a boyfriend. I've decided I want one. I'm dating Nikki, and I totally adore her, but she's soooooo far away. Le sigh. I also got the sudden urge to be poetic and come...
Posted by the dying don't think much of it on Sun, 11 Sep 2005 06:33:00 PST

I'm so Misunderstood...

Alright. This goes out to the various emo fuckers who are hell bent on making me take up knitting, just so I can shove the knitting needles into my ears to block out the sound of their whining. Pointy...
Posted by the dying don't think much of it on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Nicotine

I smoke too much. Tra la la. I'm starting to cough all the time, and when Nicole picked me up to GET MY BELLAH BUTTON PIERCED yesterday, I was completely exhausted just running out to her car. Which w...
Posted by the dying don't think much of it on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Slothfulness

I really want a cigarette right now, but I don't feel like moving. I just thought you all should know.
Posted by the dying don't think much of it on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Bored

Went into town. Was boring. Left town. Am now typing on my computer. Thrilling, eh? Note to self: get life... ...and stop listening to so much Butch Walker. ...
Posted by the dying don't think much of it on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Wow I need to clean my room

I can't see the floor in my room. Oh well, I know it's there somewhere, and I'm too lazy to actually do so anyways. What to say, what to say... I'm bored. OH! Holy fuck! I had to walk ...
Posted by the dying don't think much of it on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Sleep Deprivation

Okay, so I stayed up allll last night, as in, didn't sleep. At all. Which probably wasn't smart, because I had lovely school in the morning. Second period, Mr. Landis, Music: I fell out of a chair....
Posted by the dying don't think much of it on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST