A Little About Me...

I'm just a 31 year old chick, married, tattooed, pierced, childfree, and World of Warcraft addict. I fancy myself a photographer, or an artist, but who am I kidding - I count pills and sell drugs to junkies.

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I write about everything. If you don't like it, if it's too personal, if you don't want to hear it, if it offends you, if it's about you, I don't care.

I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control, and at times hard to handle, but if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.

Archive: March 25th 2008

Roses, pt2

Roses

um, what?

The other night I had a bizarre dream that I went to the tattoo shop to get my chest worked on, but when I got there it was already finished, so the artist decided that what would really make it look good would be a few dermal anchor piercings, which he did with a nail gun. Mind you, I was well aware that this is not the proper procedure for this sort of thing. He did a few on my chest, then seemed to think that the nail gun would double as a Bedazzler and was going to decorate the hemline of the skirt I was wearing, thus attaching my skirt to my legs until I pulled the not-quite-anchors out later.

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