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Squeaky

My god carries a hammer. Your god died nailed to a tree. Any questions?

About Me


I'm eighteen
I love and am married to David R. Curry
I love my family whole bunches.
My mother is the only person in the world who can make me cry when I need to.
I love dance of all forms. I used to take ballet, modern, jazz, hip hop, irish step and middle eastern, but I think I'm the best at Contact Improv.
I have a mind for language and writing, but my math mind is completely fried.
I went to an alternative former hippie prep school in Philadelphia.
I now go to an alternative former hippie technical college in Ohio.
I am determined to not become a massage therapist, an art school student, or a dropout like so many of my former classmates.
But I've realized that's what I'm doing anyway.
My hair color changes too often and has been almost every color found and not found in nature, except Silver.
My favorite color varies between red and purple.
I was born and raised in Levittown, PA.
I dance and play in the rain. I especially love torrential downpours.
I read and craft too much for my own good.
I'm a pagan. If you need to ask, feel free.
My biggest fear is being left alone and/or forgotten.
My other fears include tilty chairs, things randomly appearing on windows, and seeing things in the corners of my eyes. I'm sure there are more, but they're all really random.
I support marriage of all kinds.
I support my poly friends.
And furthermore: get your goddamned governmental hands off my uterus.
Socialist to the core.
People call me Squeaky because I squeak when I laugh.
I love horseback riding. Trailriding, mostly. When I get the time and money.
I play with Asian Ball Jointed dolls, but not so much anymore. I do have a Dollmore Banji, though. Her name is Emerald and she's my sweetie.
I'm studying International Spa Management and hope to one day open my own alternative day spa/salon and tattoo/piercing parlor.
My cat's name is Fibonacci, after the math guy. I'll talk about her for hours, if given the chance.
I'm snarky. DEAL WITH IT, BITCH!
I'm bisexual.
In addition to that, I'm kinky.
I love getting mail. You can usually find me on postcardx.net
I love to "get my granny on" by knitting and crocheting.
In addition to that, I scrapbook, sew, bind books, illustrate, write, paint, draw, sculpt and do just a little of everything.
I am overly sensitive and deal with a variety of psychological and physical disorders. But unlike some people, I don't try to get attention or sympathy by faking or flaunting it.
I hate people who abandon me. A couple of you have fucked over the best friend you would or could ever hope for. Now you're shit out of luck.
I hate people who pretend to be that which they are not. But I don't *hate* hate them. You eventually become what you pretend to be.
I am Prussian and Italian. I could take over all of Western Europe by myself if I wanted to.
Want to know more? I can't imagine why.
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My Interests

dance, art, music, kung fu, knitting, sewing, ball jointed dolls, BJDs, reading, books, writing, literature, movies, B-movies, cheesy movies, sex, BDSM,

I'd like to meet:

Snarky, angry, pseudo-aggressive pissed off little goth kiddies. Because I eat them for breakfast.

Music:

A little bit of everything.

Movies:

A smattering of cheese.

Television:

Judging Amy

Books:

Dragon's Winter, Kushiel Trilogy, Sleeping Beauty Trilogy, anything by Laurel K Hamilton, Poppy Z. Brite, The Crow, Blue Angel, Weather Wardens Series, Morganville Vampires Series, and so on and so forth

Heroes:

My mother

My Blog

Whoever you are, I don't care....

This will make little sense to most. Some sense to some, and perfect sense to few. Even if you have no clue what is going on, by all means, read ahead. It's an interesting read, no matter how you view...
Posted by Squeaky on Fri, 06 Apr 2007 09:27:00 PST

Fuck this - incoherency

I'm so goddamned sick and tired of people pretending everything is okay. Everything is NOT OKAY. I am NOT OKAY.   I was just fucking fine until all this family shit hit the fan. I don't know if I...
Posted by Squeaky on Mon, 12 Mar 2007 12:50:00 PST

Sick of being zombiefied

So....things are tough right now. Never mind the fact that I don't actually recall if it was precisely MY decision to go on depression meds in the first place, or if it was the influence of everyone a...
Posted by Squeaky on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 08:12:00 PST

Inspiration. May. be. Lacking.

Baby steps. Just take it day by day. Baby steps, one more and you'll make it through. Endure. Why does that word sound so foreign to me? Yield. Signs on the street guiding my life. Nevermind the child...
Posted by Squeaky on Thu, 01 Feb 2007 10:26:00 PST

....

Dear fucking god, I cannot wait to go back to the dorms. Who's with me?    
Posted by Squeaky on Mon, 25 Dec 2006 03:47:00 PST

You Know that your time has come when the soil bleeds...

A lot of shit has been coming up lately that's prevented me from writing. Little itty bitty reminders of the past. I want to fix things that other people fucked up. I want to fix things I've fucked up...
Posted by Squeaky on Sun, 24 Dec 2006 11:38:00 PST

FUCK

As of 11:59 this evening, Hocking became a nonsmoking campus. FUCK ME RAW WITH A CACTUS STALK!
Posted by Squeaky on Thu, 07 Dec 2006 09:27:00 PST

And nothing can fix what's incomplete....

I'm having an off week. It started off pretty good - went over Molly and Amanda's and got completely smashed. It's all gone downhill from there, though. I'm a little depressed - who woulda thought? Pu...
Posted by Squeaky on Wed, 06 Dec 2006 10:06:00 PST

I love the sound of you walking away....

There are two types of people in the world, right? The people who do and the people who get credit for doing. I've realized I'm the former, and not the latter, and it bothers me. I never get credit or...
Posted by Squeaky on Fri, 01 Dec 2006 05:02:00 PST

Face Recognition

http://www.myheritage.com...
Posted by Squeaky on Wed, 29 Nov 2006 01:03:00 PST