| Stats:
Age: 29 Sex: Female Height: 5'1" Eyes: Green Hazel Weight: 100lbs (when I don't overdo it on Cheetos) Hair: Black short bob Skin: Very pale (I have to wear sunscreen everyday Education: University Major: Advertising Design Rent job: I work as a webmaster, graphic designer, and technology development assistant for a rather large internet communications company. Real job: Artist Likes: Literature, art, poetry, music, movies, pizza, gyros, good wine, sleeping, velvet, incense, history, theology, mythology, animals, introspective people, thunderstorms, nature, gardening, cooking, taking baths. Hates: Arrogance, people that are always late, mean people,
my nightmares, bad drivers, fake people, any woman that has plastic surgery
to look like Pamela Anderson Lee. Most of all, those damned bastard
executives that think their shit doesn't have odor and treats everyone
else like the corn in their poop.
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 All I want out of life is to own a house with a porch have a couple of babies running around, a garden, and a husband who loves me. I want to paint and sculpt all day and read during my down time. (It was recently brought to my attention, that this statment sounds like I want to sit on my ass and eat bon bons all day, and do my housewife duty----HELLLLL NOOOOOO....I think I was destined for fame and fortune and working helps travel the path to that city. I have been financially independent up to now, and do hope to remain so with a successful career) I have been constantly taken advantage of by men. It seems that there are no men left who want life-long companions. I always end up somehow hurt and lost in the black hole of depression. em. I have nightmares....really bad ones. They are story types however, and I keep a journal. An example of one is my reoccurring one of a line of small female children, all blonde, wearing bloodied white robes walking down an empty city street at twilight. The one leading the procession is carrying a giant rusted cross above her head which is dripping with blood. I have fears of living...living hurts. Sometimes I just wish I could curl up in my bed (it's a large, black, gothic one by the way) and stay there forever. I'm afraid of dying and afraid of living for too long with an unbearable loneliness. I am lonely but do not wish to spend time with uninteresting people. I am overly emotional and overly empathetic. If I could collect the tears I have shed for others as well as myself I'd own my own ocean. |
| Some of the music I listen
to:
Fahrenheit 451 Lucifer Scale Christian Death Corpus Delicti New Creatures Delerium Legendary Pink Dots The Shroud Rob Zombie Die Laughing Orgy Specimen Nosferatu Marilyn Manson Switchblade Symphony Spahn Ranch Alien Sex Fiend The Cult Rosetta Stone Sarah McLaughlin Garbage Sisters of Mercy Tones on Tail The Wake Rhea's Obsession PJ Harvey Fields of Nephilum Love and Rockets Electric Hellfire Club Die Krupps KMFDM Christian Death Bauahus |
Some of my favorite authors:
Graham Joyce Caitlin R. Kiernan Christa Faust Dean Koontz Michael Romkey Tanith Lee Poppy Z. Brite Ann Rice Brian Stableford Byron Shelly Some of my favorite movies:
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