Female

28

Randomness is the path to happiness.


I am Meow. I have a strange obbsession with serial killers. I like ginger. I named my hamster Willow, I am that much of a Buffywhore. I can enter the Dreaming. Seriously, I took over a section. You can visit if you like. I try to be a hippy, but I always turn out goth. I like to dance. I scream in my sleep. I don't uderstand french. I like pain. I can't play the tuba, though I can play the piano. I love to garden. I want Angelina Jolie to be my personal pleasure kitten. I can't stand artificial grape or strawberry flavoring. I was vividly jealous of those contestants on fear factor who got to bob for rings in a vat of blood. I think I would look sexy drenched in blood. They did. I'm not really a doctor, and I certainly don't play one on TV. I don't want to sound gay or nuttin', but I think rainbows are cool. If you think that was gaybashing, go away. You will never understand me. I need a new corset. And a new kitty costume. My old one didn't make it through Burning Man last year. Three years of hard dusty play will do that to silk. I lost me first set of ears in the octopus man's shack. Ask Jen, she was there.

"My emotions are always there for you. I would never leave you dry." ~Michael Franti