ROCKIN', furry slippers, Italian poets, live music, yoga, red wine, waterfalls, red heads, creaky stairs, the Opera, candle lit dinners, thunder storms, skinnydipping, haunted places, peanut butter, bubbles, unconsecrated graves, cliff diving, jelly beans, French kissing, the Ballet, roses, satin gloves, champagne
Je suis qui je suis. Je ne changerai jamais pour n'importe qui. Tant pis...
I've already met them,
and they were as delicious
as I hoped they would be.
Whatever fuckin' ROCKS!!!!
Louis Malle
Alfred Hitchcock
Frederico Fellini
B&W Hollywood
Foreign Films
B-Rated Horror Pictures
The frightful, twisted, cerebral, perverted, insanely ludicrous, shocking, morose, taboo, banned, and Macabre
I love being frightened (even if I sit through the whole movie with my hands over my eyes and only a peephole to see through, LOL). So most of the movies I go see are the very movies everyone else avoids, heh heh heh. Oh well, at least in an empty theatre I can stretch out, and no one cares if I scream every 6 seconds. ;p
Any channel that plays HARD ROCKIN' music!!!
The History Channel
The Travel Channel
The Sci-Fi Channel
Ok yes, I am a cable monkey
Clive Barker
Dr. Seuss
Oscar Wilde
Anais Nin
Stephen King
Edgar Allan Poe
Rudyard Kipling
Yes, I DO read.
And yes, I DO remember (even if sometimes I'd rather forget).
Fear is a powerful weapon that society applies on us to encourage us to shave off our unique personalities and forms of self-expression so that we conform to mainstream ideals, and live complacently, rather than passionately. My heroes are those individuals who say, "Fuck it all", live with passion, and stay TRUE to who they are regardless of what society says.
Il n'y a pas de temps pour des larmes
MUTED PROPHET'S
CONFESSIONS
WHAT MAKES ME ANGRY:
People who think mind-fucking is a sport.
WHAT I'M READING:
"The Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe"
IS BURNING UP MY CD PLAYER:
"Karmacode" by Lacuna Coil
QUOTE OF THE DAY:
"I don't waste whipped cream on hot chocolate. I have better uses for it."
LAST NIGHT'S DREAM:
There was a gargantuan flood that seemed to engulf the whole world. Those of us who refused to go down without a fight, sought refuge underground in tunnels that the governments of our nations had secretly built for such a catastrophe. Unfortunately, there were already drones of dead bodies in the tunnels because of the riots, and the smell of death and decay were everywhere. I was trying to maintain some semblance of order by instilling hope and courage in the people around me. But it was futile. Everyone had lost hope, and was resorting to violence and unfathomable acts. I prayed to any being that would listen to help us, but my prayers fell on deaf ears...no help arrived in any form.
I'LL NEVER DO THAT AGAIN :
Give a shit what people think, because most of them don't think at all.
IF TO DO IT OVER AGAIN:
I would have worn higher platform boots and kicked more asses along the way.
WHEN I RETIRE:
Leave all the bullshit behind and move to my Casa Piccolo in the hills. Exist in a state of constant inebriation, write poetry to myself, dance in my undies, and enjoy my solitary madness.
MY EPITAPH:
"Yep, she's kicking asses DOWN HERE too!"
FAVORITE JUNK FOOD:
HANK'S Black Cherry Soda, JONES' Green Apple Soda, Chips Ahoy Chocolate & Peanut Butter Cookies, Doritos
GUILTY PLEASURE:
Sleeping in until Noon, Hot Fudge Sundaes, Dancing in the rain, Furry slippers, satin sheets