Ohh Houdini ; viaBRITTtop ; pepperphd
My vocal melodies sail through the airwaves Monday through Friday on the magical radio frequency 820AM (translation: 820 The Edge). Give me a listen . /End shameless panhandling.
I wake up every morning to the joint sounds of my phone playing "House of Wolves" by My Chemical Romance (a ring tone that begins by saying: "well, I think I'm going to burn in hell"), & my alarm clock - which sounds comparable to cathedral bells clanging & makes me feel as if Pope Benedict XVI is socking me continuously in the nose.
Waking up to both is seemingly equivalent to placing a humidifier & a dehumidifier in the same room & allowing them to battle it out.
I don't masquerade about pretending to be mature about most aspects of life. I'm not. I love Disney movies & tactless humor. I still get a kick out of balloons (though I loathe clowns). A million fireflies twinkling in a field at the beginning of summer still fascinates me.
4w5. It explains everything.
I am the person in front of you in line at the gas station who takes 63.2 years to decide which flavor of gum I would like to chew on said occasion. I am very particular about the gum adventures I allow myself to embark upon.
I desperately yearn for a pet California King Snake to name either Augusten, Sven, or Francis. Something suave & debonair.
I often follow my instincts/heart as opposed to putting the necessary amount of thought into any operation in daily life, which accounts for the amount of regrets I seem to have stacked up/friends I have lost. I IMMEDIATELY REGRET THIS DECISION.
Somewhere deep inside of me is a girlie girl. She enjoys Bath & Body Works, hair products, Victoria's Secret, chick flicks, & Drew Lachey. I often hide her away into a dark closet where she is devoid of food & nurturing. It's better that way.
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