You can't spell Charlotte without the harlot.
I should come with a disclaimer. I owe at least that to humanity.
I don't change, I evolve. I do this frequently.
My biggest passion is gay rights.
You can find me buried in fiction.
I oft find comfort in chaos.
I am the new cancer. Hundreds infected to date.
Green is good. I kick grass.
I love IKSSE:3 but I hate soup.
More straightedge than you. And your mom. And your damn dog.
Monochromatics make me happy.
Sneezing is satisfying.
I will never be a screamer.
Don't honk at me unless you know me.
The only thing I love more than sleep is hot water. Ooooh damn.
Happiness is black argyle and acoustic guitars.
Portland was my first true love.
I am not a slave to a god that doesn't exist.
High school doesn't suit me, I'm in college now.
Dyslexia of the mouth.
Vote Democrat. Better yet, vote Independent.
I hug trees. And animals, too. Not to mention queers.
Give me minds, I will mold them. Give me strength, I'll give you wings.
My memory is SHIT. And I don't even smoke pot.
I fantasize often, and sometimes such disturbing fantasies invade my dreams.
We call those nightmares.
André the Giant has a posse.
The only labels I like are those that produce good music.
Whether or not they support music piracy is their problem.
I put the BITCH in BITCH. No, I didn't mispell.
What friends I have, I strongly value. Probably more than you.
Let's not talk about middle school, 'kay?
Allergic to cigarettes. And the color orange.
My thrift stores are better than your department store.
I find sleeping to be a worthwhile activity.
Pop Rock makes me nauseous. Why don't you just drop dead?
Survival is my number one skill. Then comes writing.
I have short-term memory loss, long term nostalgia.
It's all about the vocals, baby.
Being random strikes my fancy.
I am an artist. I sketch, draw, paint, write, and dream.
You wish you could write like I do.
I'm sixteen and going to college, bitch.
I wear both boxers and fishnets, though separately.
Music is the only mind-altering substance in my system.
Sarcasm is one of my closest friends.
I frequently find myself working with children.
My pet peeves include ignorance and immaturity.
I'm the kind of human wreckage that you love.
Try walking in my shoes. You'll stumble in my footsteps.
I am optimistic and outgoing.
Will you be my safe home?
Talk to me.
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