Reading books of differant religions, and reading about the supernatural. Mother Nature, the differant seasons, and weather conditions, and photography. The smell of brand new shower curtains fresh from the plastic wrap, the sound the key board makes when i am typing,hacky sac, the smell of a skunk, the color purple,gothic people,poetry,chinese food...well food in general. Kissing,its so passionate,past lives,hypnotherapy,peoples fears..throwing the football around with my little brother...My 2 beautiful little boys and my soon to be husband!
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I'd like to meet:
I really dont care to meet anybody except for Angelina Jolie, and the man of the voice for Spongebob. chicks that like to have fun and be themselves and not give a shit what other people think!
Music:
deftones,slipknot, industrial, sepultura,manson,soulfly,oasis,reggae,techno,enigma,everlast
,N.I.N,
hatebreed,kittie,dark tranquility,wumpscut,skinny puppy,bush,staind,madonna, tech n9ne,chimmaira,napalm death,rammstein,prodigy,judas preist,clutch,soul asylum,bloodsimple,korn,the autumn offering,inked in blood,otep,hole,aman amarth,demiricous,sheryl crow,merideth brooks"bitch"
Movies:
Natural Born Killers, house of 1000 corpses,Devils rejects, The Entity, Spongebob Squarepants the Movie,Alice and Wonderland,Drop Dead Fred, The Little Mermaid,Kissed,Any Vampire flicks, and brain damage films...
Television:
Friends,family guy,discovery channel, cartoon network adult swim
I adopted a cute lil' dragon fetus
from Fetusmart! Hooray fetus!
Books:
A child called IT,A man named Dave,Embraced by the Light,Only love is real... vampires dont wear polka dots
Heroes:
And still her grief would not abate.
At last she bore another child,and great
Was the father's joy;and loud his cry:"A Son!"
That day,to thus rejoice-he was the only one.
Dejected and wan the mother lay;her soul was numb....
Then suddenly she cried with anguish wild,Her thoughts less on the new than on the absent child....
"My angel in his grave, and I not at his side!"
Speaking through the babe now held in her embrace
She hears again the well-known voice adored:
"Tis I,-but do not tell!" He gazes at her face.
Victor Hugo
