I want to live where "starving" is always an exaggeration.

Where protesters are heard.

Where no one knows what a hate crime is.

Where freedom of speech is not used in vain.

Where "colored" has nothing to do with race and "color-blind" =/= unrealistic.

Where revolutions are celebrated.

Where equality is not just political correctness.

Where "fag" means cigarette.

Where "liberal" is not an insult.

Where individuality is encouraged.

Where the national anthem is not a lie.

Where people question.

Where no one is afraid of change.

Where tears mean overwhelming happiness.

Where no one feels alone.

Where money is never an issue.

Where teachers are not under-appreciated and over-worked.

Where the police are not dealers.

Where everyone feels beautiful.

Where sex is not a business.

Where me and you, whoever you are, can sit down, have tea, and talk about how great things are... not how great they should be.

Picture that place.

Would you be willing to change your lifestyle for this Utopia?

... I thought not.



Welcome to America, land of the free, home of the brave.

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Far too often, I find myself wondering, "If I was someone else, would I like me?"



All my my friends are murder...
[~dicky:p~] Nicky. The Other Blonde.
[Dj. CHRISTOFF] Chris! There's too much to say, you just have to talk to him.
[Go die :)] This is Vince. A recent aquaintance, but we are already outrageous together. I'm his Text Message Pimp. Supposedly, he's been taken as someone else's gay husband, but I'll have her... ::cackles::
[*Black_Storm*] Laila. I'm in her profile picture thing. I'm on the left. The one on the right is [~dicky:p~] and uh... yeah. 8th grade.
[reliant rebel] I just met this guy recently... he's awesome. Honest and very nice, and not afraid to truly get to know people. Curiously enough, I still don't know his name... heh.
[glen.] Glen. I hope I got the username right... either way, I've just been made a relation of his (a great honor, to be sure), and I'm still getting to know him, but he seems awesome.
[bloody black roses] AH!!! He shares my love of sneezing. He is beautimous!
[Lord Asriel] My god, does this guy know about cars... and he has the most gorgeous fucking Mustang I have ever seen. Go see Mary, and worship her. He also happens to be a hug-whore. And I am his hug pimp. So hug him.


Daughter. Sister. Friend. Lover. Rice-cracker. Jazz singer who can't sing. Deadhead Jr. Gyspy. Ex-Catholic Schoolgirl. Lover of Doc Martins. Gemini. Bad artist. Bad musician. Bad gamer. Bad student. The long-lost addition to an Italian mob. The one with hands like a little girl. The one with the nervous habits. The one who does the Time Warp naked. Pickle-with-dark-chocolate-eater. Bush-Hater. Activist. Ex-Pseudo-Goth. Prep. Skinny-dipper. Stuffed-monkey collector. Poet. Cat person. Loner with too many friends. Master Debater. Self-taught pianist. Hater of nothing except for people who hate. Existentialist.

Take your pick.

You know you love it too...

Escalators. BART to San Francisco. When you bite into an orange. Finishing a book. The smell of a room full of old literature. A poem that leaves you pensive for hours. A new perspective. Peeling an apple in one try. Lace. Flipping through a newly developed roll of film. Eye contact with total strangers. Liberals. Rainbow Flags. Leather. The Castro. Swinging high with my eyes closed. Kissing with my eyes closed. Fucking with my eyes closed. Sneezing. Saying something witty. Laughing until your whole body hurts. When my shoes make that clip-clop noise when I walk. Charlie Chaplin. Drawstrings. Learning a new piece of music in one sitting. Digging around in your bag and finding a perfectly sharpened pencil. Winning at Chess (almost never happens). Crying out of happiness. Trysts in the rain. The rose garden at dusk. Spirituality. When you can't help smiling. Shoes. Faeries. The smell of the street after rain. That moment right after you get the courage to jump into the water, and you realize that it's not that cold. Creating something you're proud of. Children. Film Noir. Breakfast in bed. Fishnet. The first bite of food when you're starving. Giving money to homeless people. Sleeping next to a fire. Building forts with sheets and pillows, even though you're much too old. Halloween. Discovering a song you love. Vintage anything. Knee-high boots (I have four pairs). Listening to Opera until I fall asleep. Singing jazz. Walter de la Mare. Anniversaries. Mix-tapes. Boba milk tea with tapioca pearls. DDR. Waking up barely clothed, next to a significant other. Dragonflies. Shag carpets. The smell of sunny days. Rope swings into the lake. Three-day weekends. Epiphanies. T-shirt Orgy. The last day of school. Good hair days. Mall in pajamas. Packages. Punching things.

And Things I Not-So-Much Love:

Elitists. Sexists. Racisists. Ageists. ANYTHING-ists. Homophobes. When people eat too fast. Government. Awkward silences. Abercrombie & Fitch. The taste of my mouth right when I wake up in the morning. When people use quoty fingers at the wrong time. (thanks to [Go die :)] for reminding me how much that sucks donkey balls.) My hair unstyled. Jeans with no back pockets. Dishes. My feet. Over-stylized webpages or profiles with lot's of blinking shit and corny phrases that scroll across the screen written lYk dIs with little symbols on the edges. Example: ~* wUt DoEsN't KilL mE mAkEs Me StRoNgEr *~. People who type in all uppercase for emails.

... I've probably just offended a lot of people. Go me.



Music:
The 22-20's
AC/DC
Air
Andrea Bocelli
Aphex Twin
Autolux
Basement Jaxx
The Beatles
Ben Harper
Big Audio Dynamite
Big Brother & The Holding Company
Billie Holiday
Bjork
Blanche
Blondie
Bob Dylan
Bob Marley
Bright Eyes
Cab Calloway
Caetano Veloso
The Cars
Cat Stevens
Chopin
Chuck Berry
The Clash
Cole Porter
Cream
Creedence Clearwater Revival
The Cure
Damien Rice
David Bowie
Death Cab for Cutie
Devo
Dido
The Distillers
Dire Straits
The Dresden Dolls
Ella Fitzgerald
Elton John
Enya
Eric Clapton
Frank Sinatra
Gorillaz
Grandaddy
Green Day
Grateful Dead
Hot Hot Heat
Jack Johnson
Jem
Jet
Jewel
Jimi Hendrix
Joan Baez
Joao Gilberto
Joe Jackson
Joni Mitchell
Kaiser Chiefs
Keane
Keaton Simons
The Killers
King Crimson
The Kings of Convenience
Led Zeppelin
Lou Reed
Louis Armstrong
Louis XIV
Madonna
Manu Chao
Marvin Gaye
Mason Jennings
Miles Davis
Missy Elliot
Moby
Modest Mouse
Mos Def
Nat King Cole
Neil Young
Nick Drake
Nirvana
No Doubt
Norah Jones
The Old 97's
Otis Redding
Peaches
Pinback
The Pioneers
Pink Floyd
The Police
Queen
Rachael Yamagata
Radiohead
The Rapture
Red Hot Chili Peppers
Rhett Miller
The Rolling Stones
The Sex Pistols
The Shins
Stan Getz
Sarah Brightman
The Strokes
Sublime
Suzanne Vega
System of a Down
Tears For Fears
Tenacious D
The Thrills
Toots and The Maytals
UB-40
The Vines
Weezer
The White Stripes
The Who
Wilco
Yo La Tengo
Zero Seven




Right about.... HERE..... I had a bunch of movies that I love and good books. But who really cares? Is that going to help you get to know me, or want to? If so, maybe it'd be best if you didn't talk to me. I left the music up because a lot of it is actually important to me.

I want to hear from someone REAL. Someone who has something to say. Even if that something is random, say it. I'm never opposed to messages. Unless you're a fucking idiot. You be the judge of that.