guess you can call me Smye..
|Main blog:||The Faithless|
|Birthday:||February 27th |
|Occupation:||Unemployed but looking|
|Height:||5' 4" (163 cm)|
|Vision:||No assisted eyewear|
|Hair Color:||Sandy Blonde|
|Hair Style:||Straight - Long|
|Tattoo Info:||Two-tribal on my hip and a Finnish saying across my upper back.|
|Piercing Info:||I have a total of 6 at the moment. Two in the left ear (one at the bottom and another at the top). One in bottom lobe of my right ear and an industrial (counts as 2 :D)..and tongue.|
|More Details:||I've decided I am very much into this whole body modification business.|
|Family Info:||Parents divorced, alcoholic father, foreign mother, 1/2 sister I don't know even so much as her name (think it starts with an 'r'??), and a little pesky broder.|
|Sexual Preference:||Really Straight|
|Astrological Sign:||Pisces (Feb 19 - March 20)|
|Liquor:||Gave it up|
|Your Home:||Live with husband|
|Biography/About:||I ran away from home and got married..|
|Likes:||The first thing on this list should be a given, therefore I need not even waste precious finger strength on typing what it is exactly. I like my new laptop, my guitar, and green tea. So much for possessions...I really like laid-back easy-going people. I actually find myself socializing with these select individuals. Being random is a value I cherish in all.|
|Dislikes:||I hate not having a job.
I hate not being able to sleep and mushrooms...believe me, theres MUCH more.|
|Interests:||Driving, working on cars or painting them, playing guitar, body modifications, and MOVING.|
|Books:||Choke, Lullaby, The Divine Comedy, Blood and Gold|
|Authors:||Anne Rice, Chuck Palahuniuk, Dante Alighieri|
|Music Genres:||punk, alternative, hard rock, metal|
|Bands/Artists:||Chevelle, Deftones, Static-X, Rammstein, Ruoska, Entwine, HIM, The Rasmus, gotta love Finnish metal.|
|Albums/CDs:||Chevelle's 'This Type of Thinking' & 'Vena Sera', Deftones'-Adrenaline, Static-X - Machine, HIM-Dark Light|
|Songs:||Anything Chevelle, a lot of Deftones, pretty much anything you give me i MAY consider|
|TV Shows:||Gotta say, TV kinda sucks these days..|
|Movies:||Fight Club, Blade, The Punisher, HITMAN|
|Actors:||Edward Norton and Tom Jane..the guy that plays Hitman- Timothy Olyphant..|
|Games:||Any kind that doesn't involve my mind...if you know what I mean.|
|Sports:||I enjoy watching hockey but playing volleyball. Don't play so much anymore though.|
|Colors:||black, some green and red|
|Pets/Animals:||No pets yet, still mourning the loss of my 2 cats while I have lived in Australia. Got a pure-bred Siberian Husky puppy a while ago.|
|Cars/Motorcyles:||Crotch rockets and muscle cars...1970-72 Chevelle. At the moment I own a damn Jeep Cherokee Limited, but hey, at least its a car..painted it myself|
|Season:||Winters in any country.. I've decided I like cold weather.|
|Food:||jerky or thai|
|Drink:||sobe green tea or rockstar|
|Quotes:||"For no creature under God are as we are, none so like him as ourselves"
-Lestat (Interview with a Vampire)|
|Position:||Depends on mood and circumstance.|
I watched a movie on the plane home the other day, 'Young Adult'.
I didn't realize this whole..1/4 life crisis thing was actually, well, a "thing". The main character mentions how everyone else seems to be so happy with so little and how it seems to take so much for her to be happy.
What do I need to be happy?
Material goods? Money? Respect? Adoration? More friends? Success?
I'm old enough to know that any happiness that comes from materials is only temporary. Money would be nice, but it making one happy? It kind of goes back to the aforementioned. Respect and adoration? You can still...
I realize now...
I seek the approval of every male...to make up for the approval my "father" never gave me.
Funny how girls go either one way or another.
You're either daddy's little girl..or you have daddy issues.
I think I fucked up.
fatty fatty fat fat
yeah, another one of -those- moments.
I tell my husband, "I'm fat".
"No, you're not."
..and thats that.
I mean really?...REALLY?!?
OBVIOUSLY I'm have a bit of a retard moment as far as self image goes..so..really..thats all you have to say..don't compliment me, nothing.
hm...pretty convincing, dontchya think?
My logic is..why compliment if there is NOTHING TO COMPLIMENT.
Never thought I was that hard to please.
OR maybe you're just that fucking clueless and lazy.
I used to cut as a teenager.
I know I'm not a teenager anymore..but..
At least I'll be as ugly on the outside as I...
maybe its just the state i'm in at the moment but goddamn..i used to be awesome.
then i got married.
my self-esteem and all that other shit went out when the vows came in.
i actually have to look to other people for the boost i need to get me by. yeah tell me i'm pretty while my husband just SITS THERE.
i make it sound like everything is so shit for us..which, it is, but in a different way. we just can't seem to get our foot in the door...literally. we NEED our own space.
hes not a HUGE jerk..most of the time. i know he could do better though. i am trying but i end up coming off as a...