about me
regardless of how self assured i seem, you should always remember a few things about me.
i don't know who the fuck i am. i am fragile and confused and lost. i may be precocious and self-aware, but when it comes down to it, i am a fragile five-year-old child. of course you won't believe it because no-one is that honest on their online profiles, right?
i fall in love very easily. for this reason i am bad at being friends with beautiful men. i am trying to get better at it. so far i have failed miserably.
i want to be worshiped by clueless american teenagers. i usually have a headache. i hardly sleep so i am usually exhausted to the point of becoming energetic. i am also usually sad. mostly i don't even know exactly why. when i do know, it's usually terrible.
i want to be one of the popular girls. i would also be content to settle for being an über rivetbitch or one of those flawless goth girls. i wish i was plastic enough to be a poster punkette and i secretly envy the manufactured 'perfection' of the bitchy scene queens. i'll never even try it though, because i know deep down that even if i put on the costume, i will never fit in with them. i'm not like the other girls .
i smoke way too many cigarettes and i drink too much coffee. i have a complicated and strained relationship with food.
sometimes i want to be emaciated. i have beautiful lips. i also have beautiful eyes.
i have one wrinkle and it scares me.
fuck your morals, laws, & hang-ups, i love my fucking job.
i get really enthusiastic about really dumb shit.
i don't exactly have regrets but there are things i wish had never happened. i have an inferiority complex the size of mount everest and no matter what anyone says to the contrary, i am pretty sure no-one except my friends will ever love me.
i like lying to strangers on the train to see how far the limits of their belief stretch. they stretch pretty fucking far.
this might give you some clue as to what i am like, but honestly, a little box on a page is not going to give you any idea of what anyone is really like so i don't really understand why anyone bothers with this. including me.
talk to me!
hello, i love you won't you tell me your name.
read my blogs
i'd like to meet
people who realise that complete apathy is just a cop-out, people who want to change things, people who love, revolutionaries, beautiful people, angry people, happy people, artists who aren't just your average pretentious fucks, art phags who know what art phags are, grigori rasputin, eugene hütz, myself
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anything with gratuitous blood, guts, or zombies is probably awesome. if it has all three it is definitely awesome.
television is the new opiate of the masses
however i like to watch the snow on dead channels and listen to the white noise in the dark
my heroes are
myself , one of my friends, and all cracked-out rockstars
not-so-interesting facts
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status: i probably won't like you as much as i like them
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neighbourhood: hyde park, suburb inside a city
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sexual preference: bisexual. (and not just when i'm drunk)
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origin: sufragette city
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height/build: 50'11" / not as skinny as i'd like to be
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ethnicity: american gipsy
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eyes / hair / skin: hazel-brown / various / pale
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mutilations: septum ring
left side lip ring
labret
many tattoos
many scars
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belief system: tarot cards and planets.
but not stars, or god.
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favourite signs: stop
rabbit crossing
do not feed pigeons
no garbage picking
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smoke / drink / drugs: constantly / socially / whenever possible
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edda-macation: dropout. we're dangerous
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occupation: dollar-store barbie knockoff,
part time porcelain doll
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favourite toys: barbies
my little ponies
wind up things
pop guns
anything relating to bunnies