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- Last Login
- 10/18/2008 3:32 pm
- Member Since
- 09/15/2007
- Location
- In a candy shop with a candy tree, candy birds and gumdrop tea!
- Occupation
- Foxing around....
- Gender
- Female
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Total Value: 92,604 Gold
[Item Information]
Item List:
Charcoal Cat Tail
Coal Black Tavern Wench's Blouse
Wine Tavern Wench's Bustier
Kelp o' th' Loch 3rd Gen.
Blood Cobweb Skirt
Superior Form
Wonderland
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Total Value: 117,265 Gold
[Item Information]
Item List:
Autumn Glory
G-LOL Dark Dollie Socks
Candy Corn Witchling Broom
Christian Siriano's Trousers (Black)
Candy Stripe Underwear
Cheshire Cat Tail
Longcat Scarf
Trick or Treat Tote 2nd Gen.
Do You Remember When?
When getting high meant swinging at the playground.
The worst thing you could get from boys were cooties.
Your worst enemies were your siblings.
Race issues were who ran the fastest.
The only drug you knew of was couqh medicine.
Wearing skirts didn't make you a slut...
The only thing that hurt was skinned knees.
The only things that can get broken were your toys.
LIFE was simple and care free, but you still wanted to grow up because you didn't realize that life wouldn't always be the same....
I don't see the point in explaining who I am. Seeing as no one should ever really visit this profile. My life is insteresting. I'm a believer of God. And you'll all be like "OH! THE INVISIBLE MAN UP IN THE SKY! NO WAI!" And walk away rolling your eyes. But yeah. Sometimes if you're crazy enough. You just have to believe in something to keep the last edge of sanity going.
I'm not anything or anyone of importance to the world outside of my hometown. I'm friends with Aciddwolf and Starbuck! in reality. So yeah. I may be a pain in the a**, but....other than that. I don't have much to say. I'm just a normal girl. Except I'm slightly derranged nothing more. Nothing less. I am a literate person. But yes. It's no concern to your life if I'm literate or not. I'm not running for president. *shrugs* But yeah. I have no life. And most of us up here don't. I just turned 16 July Fifth. And I am proud I suppose. I'm a Narutard and a Pokefreak. But nothing more important than the ever so evasive computer geek. I won't address you commonly, but I'll be around. You can be sure of that.
Music I Like:
Starting off with bands I suppose:
Tokio Hotel
The Used
Fiona Apple
Marylin Manson
Korn
Rise Against
Blue October
The White Stripes
10 Years
Breaking Benjamin
30 Seconds to Mars
Taking Back Sunday
t.A.T.u
System of a Down
Priestess
Panic At The Disco
Evanescence
The Dresden Dolls
DETHKLOK
Avenged Sevenfold
AFI
Genres:
Can't you guess yet? I thinks so.
Video Games:
All Final Fantasy
All Kingdom Hearts
The Valkyrie Profiles
Shadow Hearts
Guitar Hero
And I plan on trying to play Rock Band. I haven't yet. Yeah I know. I'm insane. But that's how Computer Geeks are.
Stories in the Process:
Scream Scream Scream:
A horrifying story of love, murder, fear, greed, lust, and survival.
There was a time, not too long ago, when the sickest of bastards roamed free of punishment in the past. There was law, but they saw no wrong in 'pleasure' if it meant killing people. The law kept the the side lines, only arresting people who killed mothers, wives, or children. People, both men and women, from a small town, have slowly disappeared over the years, both young and old, but all thin and fit. Even if you lock your doors, somehow, they still get in. You know how? Most......of the killers, aren't human. They are not human.
There is, however, a house, with a young man inside, who would love to carve your insides out and make you one of his puppet-like friends. This is an abandoned mansion on top of a hill in a graveyard. It has been isolated for some time. But when a group of criminals and innocents vehicles break down, you couldn't help but wonder what was going on. They were heading to London, England. When they had decided to take a break and rest when their vehicles mysteriously 'broke down' the next morning. They had to walk three miles and they had finally stumbled upon this place. The criminals were all to excited to take a chunk out of it, that is, until their partners and allies started disappearing.
They had started to team up with the innocents, afraid now of the blood on the floor, and the screams echoing through the house. Who was causing this? And WHY were they causing this? This person was sick. They knew that. Even worse than them.....
If you want to join that please pm me! Just ask and your character will be created. I want creativity, so not constant criminals. I want innocents too. Lawls.
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This is Bunny. Put him on your
homepage and help him on his
way to WORLD DOMINATION
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Stereotyping
I am the girl who dresses in all black and never got to finish middle school because I was called emo everyday.
I am the friend afraid to tell you that I'm bisexual, because you'd leave me for it.
I am the girl who loves to read and is pushed into the corner and beat up because of what I love to do.
I am no one. Just the kid that was pushed to far at school for being emo and cut a little too deep.
I'm the teenager who was kicked out of her house because I was caught hugging my girlfriend.
I am the woman who committed suicide just before I graduated high school. Since I'm a Cheerleader, no one suspected it was coming.
I am the best friend who just found out she has AIDS, and is afraid to tell her parents because she'll be considered gay. My parents would never accept me if I was.
I am the athlete everyone expects to be perfect, when in reality I'm sneaking heroin between games.
I am the girl who is called a slut everyday because I can't afford to buy new clothes every year. My skirt doesn't cover what I want it to.
I am the sibling forced to clean their sister's blood off of the carpet. Why didn't I see it coming?
I am the boy who wakes up crying because the bruises my parents gave me hurt so much, but aren't even noticed because I'm always wearing the baggy clothes the kids in gangs wear.
I am the girl who got raped at twelve and am considered a whore because of it.
I am the gullible parent who let my child hurt themselves. No one can know this. We have to keep this secret. We have to be
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If you believe stereotyping is wrong, PUT THIS IN YOUR PROFILE!!!
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