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About Me

"I don't want to die without a few scars, I say. It's nothing anymore to have a beautiful stock body. You see those cars that are completely stock cherry, right out of the dealer's showroom in 1955, I always think, what a waste." - Tyler Durden.
November 17th, 1988 - 2:50pm: Born two weeks late with umbilical cord caught around the neck.
Got beaten up by a kangaroo aged 3.
Hit in the head by a swing 30 seconds after said assault.
Hit eyebrow on chair aged 4, resulting in a scar.
Went down my 45 degree driveway on a tricycle aged 5, falconing myself on a tap set in a brick wall and managing to snap it clean off. Or as I was told when I woke up an hour later.
At 7, I fell down my stairs head-first.
Aged 8, I scraped half the skin off my back when I got pushed onto a badly cut log.
Aged 10, I threw a recorder at my brother who proceeded to throw me up the stairs.
"Hey, even the Mona Lisa's falling apart." - Tyler Durden.
Started playing drums when I was 11, marking a slow yet gradual descent in a once considerably intelligent mind. You know musical talent hits a brick wall when you move from jazz and funk to hardcore and punk. By the way, that rhymes. Does that make me a poet? Avril Lavigne made "boy" rhyme with with "boy". Isn't she a genius!
Back to the point.
My increased drum playing has resulted in an increased number of accidental self inflicted blows to the head due to eccessive playing speed. The fact I'm a natural blonde doesn't help.
And the point of this story? I like stories...
"Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken."- Tyler Durden.
Simply put, take these into consideration and you'll save both of us a lot of time.
Drug-free. Always have been, always will be.
I'm the biggest lightweight on the planet. Sad but true.
Funny, easy-going people are the bomb. There are nowhere near as many as there should be.
The pursuit of the concept of "maturity" is beyond me. It isn't a race. When it happens, everyone around you will know, not you. Labelling yourself as such, in my opinion anyway, just makes you look arrogant.
I've said and done some of dumbest things humanly possible. It's hilarious in retrospect.
Defying natural human instincts is what I do best.
I'm not going to take my anger out on you. That's a promise.
"If you crash your car, we can jump out and become a colony of pandas." - Kendall McCartney
"What a beautiful chocolate man!" - Joshwa Earl
"You there! Shopkeep! Inform me on your range of cake products!" - Jessica Gray
"I'm seriously convinced that your leg will drop off one day, and morph into Scotty Junior." - Sarah Polak
"There was a moment there, when she was sandwiched between the Finnish dwarves and the Maori tribesman, that I thought, 'Wow, I could actually spend the rest of my life with this woman.'" - Derek Zoolander

My Interests

Music:

Music
Green Day
Blink 182
My Chemical Romance
From First to Last
The Living End
Underoath
The Darkness
The Offspring
The Getaway Plan
Angels and Airwaves
Linkin Park
+44
Escape the Fate
The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Emery
Rise Against
Aiden
Goodnight Nurse
Drop Dead, Gorgeous
blessthefall
Boxcar Racer
System of a Down
Atreyu
As I Lay Dying
Avenged Sevenfold
The Killers
Flogging Molly
Goo Goo Dolls
Foo Fighters
Red Hot Chilli Peppers
Nirvana
Parkway Drive
Scary Kids Scaring Kids
Alesana
Senses Fail
Jimmy Eat World
One Dollar Short
The Transplants
Pete Murray
Rage Against the Machine
Iron Maiden
ACDC
Metallica
Queens of the Stone Age
Billy Joel
Simon and Garfunkel
Queen
Killswitch Engage
After the Fall
The Dust Brothers
Ashwood
The Veld
Riviera
Sienna Skies

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My Blog

N for Narcisist.

It's always there to haunt me so, Pulling at my eyes so strong, Simple device, glass and steel, Improving myself all day long. I'm on fire, I am the scene, Stares and lines to give that hi...
Posted by QUACK WHORE™ on Sun, 13 Apr 2008 10:26:00 PST

To Those So Empowered...

Words in the dark, rewarded in coin, Spite leads the way, You curse the hands you couldn't touch. Some would call a coward, But as for now you feel the hero, Betraying one, once loved so much. &...
Posted by QUACK WHORE™ on Sun, 02 Mar 2008 11:43:00 PST

Manipulation.

My tolerance is frayed, Patience has been stretched to its limits, But there's no end for me in sight. Your desperation has become The bane of my existence, It devours next to all of my time. &nb...
Posted by QUACK WHORE™ on Fri, 11 May 2007 08:37:00 PST

Poison.

Who knew, That the words you spoke of wisdom Were the poison to my ears, They preyed on my worst fears. Who knew, That the one time I would listen Would be my final day, I was digging m...
Posted by QUACK WHORE™ on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 01:10:00 PST

Disection.

Ladies and gentlemen, Boys and girls, I present to you before me, A moment in time, Inside my mind, Open for everyone to see. Take the tour, Perhaps some snaps, Of my memories, Assess the mess, From ...
Posted by QUACK WHORE™ on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 07:18:00 PST

Pedestal.

"Can I take a minute of your time? There's something nagging on my mind." I won't know whether I've lost or won, The same boat as everyone. A silent moment, An awkward pause, You could cut thi...
Posted by QUACK WHORE™ on Tue, 20 Mar 2007 07:44:00 PST

Best Job Ever.

Slip on the gloves, tell me your name, Any order's fine, this ain't the dating game. Open up, legs out wide, Got to check if everything is there inside. I love my job, What man wouldn't, I get paid to...
Posted by QUACK WHORE™ on Sun, 18 Mar 2007 10:33:00 PST

Blurred.

It's late at night, Or early the next day.I've had one or 10 too much,And you've come over to stay. Wake up the next morning,Sore and incoherant.Look around the room to seeA supermodel you aren't. Wit...
Posted by QUACK WHORE™ on Sun, 18 Mar 2007 10:31:00 PST

Runaway.

Another night, another fight, some new accusation The only aspect vacant is my final resignation You call it the truth, justified inside your mind Convinced that the games you play are fine. &nbs...
Posted by QUACK WHORE™ on Sat, 10 Mar 2007 09:50:00 PST

Angelface.

What will she say about my bloodied nose, About my shredded hands, about my torn up clothes? Does it matter what went on About where I was, all I did wrong At least I'm here, still on my feet Fro...
Posted by QUACK WHORE™ on Sat, 10 Mar 2007 09:42:00 PST