! Capoeira Mata Um !
Stuff:
smartassery, tomfool(ery/ishness), sobriety, capoeira, banging on hollowed-out dead trees covered in animal skins with dead tree parts, tremulants, the pussy posse, yoga, making trouble, getting away with whatever i can, being told what to do and getting in trouble, telling people what to do and getting in trouble with them, thinking i'm the sh*t, fighting for fun, arguing for no reason, strange women, strangers with candy, strange women with candy, gas masks, sweat, blood, infiltrating the system, pain like whoa, not being angry, making fun of myself, sticking up for my homies, watching biters bite my styles, knowing when to be quiet, listening, lactose intolerance, being half asian, hanging out at bill and bob's house, loving the f*ck out of my friends, being grateful, being ungrateful, reading anything, graphics that involve body parts and/or children, small plastic animals in plastic bags, watching you like a creep, going fast, going slow, hitting you with my slow jams, dancing in my ergonomic office chair (and other places), doodling when i should be working, passing notes, stuff in the mail, BI-CY-CLES !, walking to nowhere and everywhere until i pass out, hiking (up your skirt), peeing in trees, driving forever and never, living out of cars, living in sheds, sleeping on couches, self-entertainment, house wars, consenting adults, body modifications and the people that love them, and fun. who doesn't love fun?
i don't enjoy:
heated conversations about bipartisan politics and any kind of religion, people that think i'm wrong, people that will go to any length to prove anybody else wrong, people that talk too much about themselves, people that talk about all the cool famous people they've met and/or know (or think they're famous, or name-drop, or think that strangers actually care), people that talk too much for my taste, being touched without consent, people that touch other people who don't consent, people that give off a creep vibe unlike mine, people that interrupt, people that don't listen, and most other people. note how most of what i don't enjoy involves people. everything else is cool.
Stalk Someone I Know
applause. all for me.
poops lies. all lies.
yes.
PAT
"we don't kill our wounded,"
"do you wanna be right or do you wanna be happy,"
NOONAN.
Rest in Peazy, ma Neezy.
! Make Jesus Come (On Your Face)!
MEEee...
Status:
hopeless and loving it
Here for:
tomfoolery and other such nonsense.
(Dis)Orientation:
gayer than sunshine but not interested in other humans, or any other species for that matter. what? i'm a loner, dottie.
Mother pooped me out in:
chicagoland
Body Type:
scrapper. bruised and scarred.
Ethnicity:
Hapa. the other white meat.
Religion:
sufi
Sign:
gemini, and me, and myself, and all of us together
Smoke / Drink:
i don't need to be drunk to be an a**hole.
i smoke when lit on fire.
Children:
ok, i can't help it. i want to hoarde these things. millions of them.
Education:
i paid 50 grand and all i got was this fancy paper with a silly font.
Occupation:
i asked one of my co-workers if he felt like he got paid to do nothing and he said, "yeah, but i usually don't tell anyone."
Income:
more than less. less is more. i have nothing. it's math, silly