i do a little dancing and love making. except minus the dancing and love making bit. i look at the glass being empty because i just freaking drink whats in it. i dont take one day at a time, i take one minute at a time. im not fat, im fluffy. im not voluptuous, im curvaceous. im nefarious. i like reading. i start projects, but never finish them. my dad is dead to me. ive attempted suicide several times, i finally gave up on dying. my hair is always changing. i never leave the house without makeup. i am just another poor soul caught in this livejournal travesty.