from me for me.
i used to be on here a lot a couple of years ago. then i just stopped. now i am back, and trying to make it a longer, active stay.
i like movies, vintage stuff, bizarre stuff, pizza, beer, all things weird and all things beautiful. i admire a few people: mike patton, henry rollins, anais nin, henry miller, frida kahlo, till lindemann and my mom. all the stuff i post is neatly organized (through tags, duh!). just like me, and unlike my life.
proud member of the misandrist feminazi group Glititterati.
pretty simple and pretty complex if you are lucky enough to get to know me. let's go!
on the bus, on my way home from work, minding my business and playing god looking at the faces of the passers by, i suddenly hear my phone ring. i pick up and there’s fucking faith no more playing easy. i noticed it was the viking calling me. i started with “hey babe, hello?” nothing. so i just listened to the whole song and when it was done he ended the conversation.
i get home and there’s the viking cooking me dinner with the radio on. turns out he instantly thought of me and the only god i admit having - mike patton - when easy came on, and of course he surprised me. it was pretty epic. pun intended. i love that asshole.
I hate you
Talkin’ to myself
You don’t feel it after awhile
You take the beating
one of the best songs in existence, and it’s patton, the best man. and my future ex-husband. this song got me through shitty times. still does.