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Melissa
General Information

Main blog:Eclecticlife
Age:31
Birthday:April 24th 1986
Gender:Female
Occupation:Retail / Food services
Education:High school, Some college
Religion:Spiritual but not religious
Service Attendance:Rarely
Race/lineage:White / Caucasian
Location:United States, Oregon


Contact Information

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Appearance

Body Size:Few extra pounds
Height:5' 5" (165 cm)
Eyes:Hazel Brown
Vision:Sun glasses
Hair Color:Brown
Hair Style:Wavy - Long
Facial Hair:None
Skin Tone:Light
Best Feature:Hair
Clothing Pref.:Thrift Store
Undies:Bikini
Tattoo Info:I am way too fickle for a tattoo at this point in my life.
Piercing Info:10 :) 9 In my ears and one....down.....there.....;) My navel! Dirty :-P


Personal Information

Relationship Status:Single - Involved
Family Info:Mum, Dad, Seester, Bro, 3 cats, 3 goldfish and 2 guine pigs.
Sexual Preference:Straight/Heterosexual
Astrological Sign:Taurus (April 20 - May 20)
Existing as:Human
Smoking:Quit
Liquor:Social drinker. One or two
Exercise:Regularly
Your Home:Live with parents
Biography/About:She paused. She looked left, then right and sat down. As the light grew brighter, she hunched over just a bit. Click, whirrrrrr, click. She took a deep breath and began to type.
Likes:Pottery, poetry, working lots of hours (not so much for the work, but the lovely big-girl paychecks) sewing, drawing, doodling on important assignments for school...
Dislikes:Too many to list. It's not so much that I am very pickey, I just know what I like :)


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Four Most Recent Entries

Dream. It doesn't have to make sense.
The bottom of my orange cuffs dragged on the floor. Officer Jim Teagan walked a little faster than I felt comfortable walking at. He said that he needed to take his family at the airport before he could take me back downtown. Why did I have this orange jumpsuit on? I had just made a brilliant escape from th eholding cell while awaiting trial fo my crimes. Petty theft; not exactly the crime of the year, which is why he then sat me in the back of the car and told me to "hang tight" as we drove to the neat little suburban house where his wife and daughter walked out. His wife...
 
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Jane utterly ignores the tap tap tap of her shoes against the brick building next to her. The sound isn't loud but seem to pierce the air more poingantly than any other sound around her. She is wasted. Her large black coat is wrapped around her a little too tight. Her feet hurt. Her hair is wet. She is 20 pounds over weight. The color of her eyes bores her. She has plain mousey brown hair. She has a splinter in her left index finger that she can't get out because every pair of her tweezers don't actually tweeze. You know when you pick at a splinter but the tweezers...
 
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At a certain point You've gotta to cut the music Don't jump another line You're about to lose it Confuse it Reuse it None of that blues shit Hell, I refuse it! Just jump off the train Can't take anoter refrain to retain my sanity And vanity Man, you're raining down on me Now realize with me And visualize, you see? Your blood is about As good as the mud On my dollar-fifty shoes You lose.
 
Awwww, my first rap
You can't stop moving, else you rust you feel disgust like you must or your stomach combusts These lights in my head Like the fools who are dead No medicine For Edison another waste of a bed Your restless, your faceless You recognize Your own sweet demise When you smell your your own spit Between an unknow hooker's thighs
 






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