I still believe in fairy tales. Not the fairy tales that have already been written, those that have yet to be.
"That was the deal basically: catatonia without; frenzy within." - J. Eugenides
I'm a bit of a loner. Somewhat reserved. My social skills aren't great and if I don't know you, I probably won't have much to say. Unless I'm drunk that is. And then, word vomit might spew forth so stand back and take everything with a grain of salt or two. I mean well, I really do, but the filter that goes from my brain to my mouth seems to be in disrepair a lot of the time. Tragically unfixable I'm afraid.
Life is grand for the most part. My family and a few good friends mean the world to me. I'm great at relationships but I don't date well. Not a lot of gray area for me there. And shit am I picky about whom I enter into a relationship with. Hence why a lot of lovers don't pass through my life anymore. Either I like you a lot or I don't. But gee whiz, I'll always be your friend.
Someday, I'd like to drop out of society and live on an island or in the woods. No television, no trappings of everyday life. Just books, and music and maybe a nice boy if it's in the cards. But for now, I'll just content myself with keeping up with the Joneses and all of that happy shit.
I'm not sure how true any of the above words or statements are. I am ever evolving. I can be whoever I like.
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Fuck the Suicide Girls. Donna and I decided that we're going to start our own gang called the "The Old Tattooed Maids". Photos coming soon.
