We dont have to talk
we dont have to dance
we dont have to smile
we dont have to make friends
its so nice to meet you
lets never meet again
we dont have to talk
we dont have to talk
we dont have to dance We Dont Have To Dance, by Andy Black
Angelica
30 / Female / A boring place, you wouldn't like it, United States
Bisexual / Swinger
Member since:
Jan 05, 2014
Last online:
Jan 24, 2014
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About Me
Welcome to my sacred space. I don't fit into stereotypes very well so don't put me in one. Primarily i'm a punk, if you must have something to go by. Though I get on well with anyone from hippies to rivet-heads. Middle fingers up if you're always tired and can't sleep, like moi! I could simply tell you about myself but do you really have 13 years? I'm never going to be Ms. Universe so just shut up and show me your jazz hands. I'm going to be that person I've been aiming for all these years. I don't bite, I simply nibble a bit. None of my hobbies include spitting dip, cannibalism, or eating celery. Stop pretending and be yourself for once! My left arm was numb while writing this due to a tragic drunken stumble of sorts. If you have any LSD I'll call up Hunter and we'll go on down to South Park....
No man can eat 50 eggs! Today I woke at noon, as per the usual. It's negative 15 degrees outside and my room is freezing. I keep trying to play music but people keep walking in and bothering me. Or vacuuming the floor. I mean dang it's like they wait.
My head STILL fucking hurts from that hangover. So does my arm I dunno what the hell happened to it. The bruise looks sort of like I smashed into something, but also like someone tried to bite me. It's mega sore all over the shoulder and in the joints. Ah, well. The world may never know.