i'm a writer; i'm deep & severly full of shit. i'm shy. i like cold weather. i'm obsessed with words (my favorites are coagulate and asphyxia). i am pierced, tattooed and scarred. i'm not skinny, but i have learned to love my body exactly the way it is. i love to cuddle and fall asleep in someone's arms. i'm always cold, but i hate to wear a jacket. i have a thing for hips. when i lie, it's written all over my face. i wear skirts more than pants. i have a cunt and i can be one too. i abhor bad grammar. i'm obsessed with gangster/mob movies, just like my mother. i can't cook. in fact, i'm not even allowed to use the oven. i'm a girly-girl, but i can drink beer with the best of the boys. kisses make me weak in the knees. i know all of the words to ice, ice baby, ain't nothin' but a g thang, and it's the end of the world as we know it (and i feel fine). i smoke too many cigarettes. i will spend the rest of my life denying the accusation of doing things just for shock value. i'll pout if you tease me, but if you stopped, i'd miss it. i'm a sucker for anything acoustic, and boys who smell like musk and cigarettes. i'm from rhode island and i sound like it. it's nearly impossible to offend me. i like to sing even though my voice is terrible. if i love you, i'll never tell you, but i'll wait until you say it first. i love the beach at night. i have a serious caffiene addiction. i know how to skank, but i'll probably never do it in front of you. i love the smell of bananas, but hate how they taste. i want at least one full sleeve someday. i love being the hot older girl at a show. i've read more books than you ever will. i'm cocky and i'm probably smarter than you. i am fully aware that i am fabulous. i live on the outskirts of the scene, but i am not a trendy girl. i have a weakness for handbags and shoes. if i look at you with wide eyes, i probably want to kiss you. i sign my letters with ex's and oh's. i know that beauty really comes from within. i was blessed with love handles, thunder thighs, and birthing hips. i am just another misguided youth. i walk everywhere. i am becoming my grandmother. my mother bakes brownies for me every week, in order to keep me modest and make sure i never lose my hips. i think ballroom dancing is romantic. i cash in at thrift stores. if you break my heart, i'll fuck you up. (aim - your tightrope).