Saturnine

Likely of no interest of yours.

Height: 5’ 3.75”
Virgin: Not at all.
Shoe Size: 8
Do you Smoke?: Not habitually.
Do you Drink?: Socially.
Do you take drugs?: Not really.
Age you get mistaken for: I hadn’t noticed.
Have Tattoos: Nope.
Want any tattoos?: Maybe. I was thinking my Indian Status number on my forearm, Auschwitz-style.
Got any Piercings?: Two in each ear lobe. I only use two, and then only for pearls.
Want any Piercings?: Not enough to get them. Otherwise, septum, smiley, cartilage, etc…
Best friend?: Dogmeat and Adrian, together we rule the Hellish Triumvirate.
Relationship status: Hopelessly and one-sidedly devoted.
Biggest turn ons: My ass being grabbed a certain way, stubble, dark skin, intelligence, moderate fitness.
Biggest turn offs: Those who aren’t properly hygienic (and by extension, smelliness and bad taste), fat people, inconsistency, irresponsibility, unreliability, stupidity/idiocy, poop, incredible hairiness.
Favourite Movie: I dunno. Maybe Broken Flowers, maybe SLC Punk! Perhaps Marie Antoinette, or Lost in Translation. Volver, maybe. Hm. Tough question.
I’ll love you if: I’m not sure. It doesn’t come naturally to me.
Someone you miss: Everyone. The Trio, Adrian, Dogmeat, Davie, my darling… Especially my darling. And my baby girl, my child, my niece.
Most traumatic experience: Being attacked repeatedly by things which I may or may not have but very likely imagined. I was 5. That, or my dad. Or my Gran. Or my darling. Nearly losing Dogmeat has made me positively paranoid I’ll lose her actually and permanently.
A fact about your personality: I’m a liar. I can’t really help it.
What I hate most about myself: I wouldn’t know where to start :P
What I love most about myself: I’m not sure.
What I want to be when I get older: Not tired.
My relationship with my sibling(s): They live their grown-up lives far away from me and my mother.
My relationship with my parent(s): My mum is kind and good and charitable, but also a demonic force of anger when triggered. She never hit me, though. That says something. I don’t really count my dad as a parent.
My idea of a perfect date: Sex.
My biggest pet peeves: Pretentious people, those who cannot control their emotions, those who are not self-contained when they should be, those who are xenophobic, those who do not help those they are capable of helping.
Description of the girl/boy I like: His scent is familiar to me, though I could not describe it. His eyes are brown, his smile is slow. He’s thin but well-muscled, his feet are like those of a wizard’s. I dunno. There’s really not much special about him, other than he’s the most important person to me of anyone.
Description of the person I dislike the most: I don’t really dislike anyone properly.
A reason I’ve lied to a friend: Couldn’t help it. Or to protect them, on occasion.
What I hate the most about work/school: Being finished before everyone else, being used as a teacher’s assistant without any form of compensation, being asked to donate, just one more time, to help save the starving children in Africa when there are plenty of starving children on my home reserve who no one could give less of a fuck about.
What my last text message says: I have no idea what my last text said because my phone is dead.
What words upset me the most: “I hate you”. Worse still, when nothing is said at all.
What words make me feel the best about myself: “I love you”. I dunno. I can’t really think of anything which would inspire an affection for myself.
What I find attractive in women: Thin waists, corsets, lingerie, red pout, pin-curler hairdos, hairless pussy, long eyelashes.
What I find attractive in men: Dark skin, big cock, soft mouth, stubble. Intelligence, the ability to fuck well, and humility.
Where I would like to live: Perhaps Toronto. Maybe Arizona. A house with a large vegetable and flower garden would be nicest.
One of my insecurities: Everyone realizing I’m awful and leaving me.
My childhood career choice: I wanted to be a filmmaker. Still do, sorta.
My favorite ice cream flavour: I guess vanilla in orange soda…
Who I wish I could be: Marilyn Manson, Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendrix… I dunno. Myself, but better.
Where I want to be right now: In bed, in the arms of a boy I’d have just fucked.
The last thing I ate: I don’t remember eating today.
Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately: This ridiculously attractive black man I saw yesterday. Tall, thin, built, smooth-shaven.
A random fact about anything: The two most historically prominent female pirates, Anne Bonny and Mary Read, both sailed under Captain Calico Jack Rackham, who also designed the Jolly Roger flag insignia as we recognize it today (a skull and cross-swords).

The Hellish Triumverate

I’m glad to have proven that good things come in threes

My Friends!

I would like to make it so that have we ever any problem with each other, we address it to one another before it starts eating away at our ideas of each other.

Sound good?

I shall personally take this into affect by no longer talking shit. If I fail, you may spank me or administer some similar form of punishment.

I repeat: No more shit talking.

Of course, it is not mandatory that you follow this rule. I will not think any less of you.

I’m just going to try my absolute damnedest to.

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So today I asked a random bloke on the street if I could bum a fag...

thelonelywizardgirl:

I happened to be singing an Emilie Autumn song with Lucifer about asylums at the time. He asked what I was singing about, and I told him we were singing about mental hospitals. He tells me he’s a psychiatrist, and I confide in him that I’ve been hospitalized three times this year. He asks me to sit down next to him on the bench and he tells me about how I need to look for help with my problems spiritually rather than in pharmaceuticals, and we had a lovely conversation. When we went to leave, he wouldn’t let us leave without giving us $25.

Best possible outcome of asking someone for a cigarette ever.

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