piratehooker
is going to rehab early to get in on this free red stripe business.

Age: 22 years old
Location: Chicago, IL
Status: Hopeless
Gender: Female
Orientation: Metrosexual
Hometown: Akron, OH

Messenger: violentnoodle

01.05.09 Last Login

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Heaven Malone Says...
Jan 05 '09 | 2:34 PM

I ate all the pies in my house. So you must have done ok!
Heaven Malone Says...
Jan 05 '09 | 2:16 PM

yes, you listened to me sing karaoke in my bedroom, i owe you.
Retro Rose Says...
Jan 05 '09 | 2:16 PM

muah.
adolf hipster Says...
Jan 04 '09 | 3:52 PM

i can't wait for the first flyer:

adolf hipster & KK-Katie present...
Heaven Malone Says...
Jan 04 '09 | 3:49 PM

I moved it to Wednesday. Someone else had the same issue.
adolf hipster Says...
Jan 04 '09 | 3:47 PM

don't snort the pots, kid.

and spend less time on the interwebs.
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Love & Hate
Loves / Hates

I am: human, or dancer ?

Hero: beatniks and pirates.

Artists: Andy Warhol, Allen Ginsburg, Charles Bukowski, Chuck Palahniuk, Cursive, F. Scott Fitzgerald, the Flaming Lips, Gerhard Richter, Glen Hansard, Hunter S. Thompson, Jack Kerouac, Jack White, John Cusack, J.R.R. Tolkien, Justin Timberlake, Kevin Smith, Kill Hannah, Modest Mouse, Muse, Neutral Milk Hotel, NIN, Oscar Wilde, Quentin Tarantino, Radiohead, Ralph Steadman, Rob Zombie, Salvador Dali, She Wants Revenge, T.S. Eliot, Tim Burton, Tom Waits, William Shakespare, Yeah Yeah Yeahs.....

Things: Soft pretzels with nacho cheese, literature, sometimes writing, small fuzzy creatures, art, text messages, rock and roll, white v-neck tshirts, rollercoasters, sunshine, adventure, travel travel travel, staying up all night, making lists, making out, drinking heavily, sarcasm, and tattoos.

myspace.com/likehemlock

Suicide Note: mostly i sleep it off
it's easier in the morning
to shrug off the evening's
drunken pathetic pleas
'cause the night's tragic rambling
is the next day's apologies
so if you can sit tight
'till the sun hits the blinds
we can settle everything

turning on a dime
i just can't trust my instincts
one day my heart beats with passion
the next it waxes back
if i seem a little calloused
i assure you it's just a scratch
so if you can hold on
'till the mood swings are gone
then we might just have a chance

baby, i quit
i just can't fake it anymore
i'm a dull, jaded, selfish, abusive
dysfunctional fuck-up
i needed to be rescued
i'm stranded on myself
and i can't escape from this island i made
i'm afraid i never will