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Megan
| Main blog: | Beautiful Taste | | Gender: | Female | | Occupation: | Student | | Location: | United States, Florida |
| Email: | blackkrose17@aol.com |
| Body Size: | Sturdy | | Height: | 5' 6" (168 cm) | | Eyes: | Grey Green | | Hair Color: | Honey Blonde | | Hair Style: | Straight - Medium | | Best Feature: | Eyes | | Clothing Pref.: | Nude | | Undies: | Free Willy |
| Relationship Status: | Single - Involved | | Family Info: | Oh hell, I wouldn't touch that with a 10 foot pole | | Sexual Preference: | Often | | Astrological Sign: | Scorpio (Oct 24 - Nov 21) | | Smoking: | Occasionally | | Liquor: | Social drinker. One or two | | Exercise: | Occasionally | | Biography/About: | I'm subconsicously stubborn. If I would rather not do it, I'm instinctually horrible at it and there doesn't seem to be a damn thing I can do about it. Probably because I don't want to. Otherwise, I'm open-minded, rather quiet in new situations, and I'm often asked why I'm smiling. | | Likes: | Horses. I love horses. Other than that, I think I like everything. | | Dislikes: | I hate stupidity. Its a commen complaint, generally coming from someone that wouldn't know intelligent if it bit them on the ass. I'll not contridict myself. I hate all supidity, whether it me my own, or someone else's.
And I hate fake hair. And anything that involves something painful happening to an eye. Like Kill Bill. | | Interests: | Everything |
| Books: | Deception Point. A Year Down Yonder. Riding in Cars with boys. King of the Wind. The Art of Travel. The Blue Girl. The Cronicles of Narnia. | | Music Genres: | Everything from Rock to jazz. | | Bands/Artists: | Fuel, The Killers, Jimmy Buffet, Matchbox 20, Big Bands, Eve 6, Johnny Cash, Gary Allan, Live, Ani Difranco, Floggin Molly. | | Songs: | Can you Hear the Dolphin's Cry, by Live. That song hides memories I never want to lose. | | TV Shows: | I don't like TV | | Sports: | Horsebacking Riding, Football, Baseball, Extreme Sports. | | Colors: | Green. Blood Red. | | Pets/Animals: | My beautiful horse, Ronnie | | Cars/Motorcyles: | 1995 blue Thunderbird. There are the initials of a local gang carved in the hood, and shoe polish stains on the spoiler and roof. There is also a bumper sticker that states "Normal People Worry Me."
I love cars. | | Food: | Fruits, pasta, and cookies | | Position: | Hot Damn! |
I'll do it again
Later, but I will start the shit all over again. I can only hope that it's still in me.
Something Better
This is the last of countless attempts to fill the empty void of black screen that for so long has patiently awaited words. Finally, I may have something important to say. Maybe not.
Enough of the bitching. Enough with destroying the beauty of spun words with the complaints of a rather lost individual. Hopefully the absence I've taken from writing, the absence I've taken from life, has changed me for the better. No more introductions. I'll find myself better without them.
The music destroyed me. The songs that at one time had stirred every emotion within me began a transgression....
The Hole
..I almost fell into that hole in your life.
--Black Balloon
My head hurts. I can't make my horse's board this month. My car's on that E is so consistantly accepts. I'm failing a class and borderline passing another. He's been rather irritating the last couple days. I'm not sure I like this attitude he's developing, even if the sex is better.
I want to be held. I want silence. I want peace. I want them to stop telling me I'm doing things wrong. I want to start doing things right. I want my efforts to equal my rewards.
Its obvious I want perfection...
Heavy
I was lost in some other world. The same world that followed me home one afternoon when the rain was calm and not raging as it has been lately. The one that seems to be a shadow, a fitful tantrum when the time just isn't right.
But I was lost in there again, when the heavy scent matched only the heavy leather that rested expectantly in heated palms. He wasn't mine, but at that moment, I didn't belong to me. It was a split second, limited only by a consciencness marred by adrenaline. I understood the speed, the danger, the slight shift in control. I was thrilled, drunk off the power and...
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