I'm just a 31 year old chick from Rhode Island, married to a Canadian, tattooed, childfree, and a 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.
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.
There’s a better picture of my Argyle Jack pup. Eddie’s got him sitting on the desk in the Man-Cave right now.
I bleached my hair out tonight in preparation for the purple I’ll do later this week. It really needs to be cut, so I might bleach it out a second time and then get it cut once Mom goes to Florida and gives us the truck for the week. Once it’s cut, it’s a hell of a lot easier to dye, because it takes only a couple of handfuls of color before it’s done and I can let it sit for hours before I need to rinse it out.
I did some art before Eddie got home. I’m starting to play with Bryce again, and trying to do more than just water and planets and the like. I love how the last one that I did turned out; Eddie’s got it set as his desktop right now. If I had my way i’d be banging out shit left and right at the caliber of Digital Blasphemy’s galleries, but we can’t all be wizards with software.
