I'm Stuck With It Forever So I'll Say It Loud, And Say It Proud
CERIDWEN
halloween
FLOOD
I've Branded Myself This Though
Cherry or Jack-o-Lantern
At Least I Can Change This
Bloody Hell I'm Getting Old!
twenty-four
But At Least I've Still Got Plenty Going For Me
Ah... well... how in the world could I describe myself. I guess for one, I’m pretty nice, but I really do not take s**t. So if you have some issue with my kung-fu lovin’, magic card totin’, blood drinkin’ ways, you can go ******** yourself. Ha, I got you to do a double take at the blood drinking thing, didn’t I? Well, that’s a joke, kinda. I don’t mind the way blood tastes, I’ve played ‘til my fingers bled enough times to know, at least my own, but I’m no Edward Cullen. That b*****d is just ******** faggotry, no offense to butt pirates. Besides, I prefer southern comfort. If you couldn’t tell, I can be a bit abrasive, somewhat comedic [For the 99% of you without a sense of humor, I’m not homophobic, the butt pirate thing was a joke.], and not to mention I can be one of the crudest people you will ever meet. I mean, hey, I have a pretty face, but I can be a d**k who makes jokes about the aftermath of the KKK and Pikachu meeting in a gay bar.
I suppose I can be a liiiittle bit hard to get along with [This is just text so imagine me fluttering my false eyelashes all cute and innocent like], but then again that can be taken as an understatement. In all honest, I’m a bit surprised the band even let me join in. I’m a crass mother ******** with one hell of a mouth on me, fancy finger work, and an ear for music. I mean, honestly, I think I would hate working with me. I’m such a perfectionist and with me on board... Well, lets hope kids aren’t in the audience. Or at least in the front row... or the front couple of rows. I can yell loud.
Now that I’ve gotten past the bad parts of my persona, I can say that, well, I’m pretty good with kids. At least if I have to be. I know that a lot of people have told me I’d be a good mother if I’d just stop swearing, but hey, if I have a kid, I’m not going to censor myself around it. They’re going to learn it eventually.
I can be pretty friendly, as long as you don’t rub me the wrong way. If you do... well, give me a wide berth. I KNOW KUNG-FU b***h. Okay, well, not really, but I do know swing-an-electric-guitar-and-bash-your-face-in-fu. I spent a night in jail because of that little trick right there. But hey, the guy tried to feel me up. Getting back to the friendly bit, I am VERY loyal to my friends. Unless they have wronged me in some way, I would never harm them, and even still, I wouldn’t do immature things like spread rumors. I confront them, then cut ties if they show no remorse for what they’ve done. That’s why I left my last band, and last relationship. Our guitarist was sleeping with my boyfriend. Fun day. She said she hated me, wanted to ruin everything dear to me, which prompted a ‘What the ********?’ response from me in a very confused manner. I’d never done a thing to the girl and when I asked, she had NO decent explanation as to why. ********’ illogical, I tell you.
I guess if you don’t like it, I can deal with it. I’m used to a lack of friends, hell, read about my childhood and you’ll see exactly why. [IT’S NOT AN EMO ******** EXCUSE. Don’t even go there girl fraaaaaind.]
Oh, I forgot to mention, if you ever see me yelling at myself in a mirror, that’s perfectly normal, so don’t worry. I probably just ******** up on something musically.
Sometimes It Still Comes Back To Haunt Me
A couple of paragraphs of history, written in the first person.
ThumpThumpThump Goes My Heart
Tobe Hooper. He's like, the Santa of the horror movie industry.
I Bow Down To This One Only
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