Xerox
- Name
- Xerox
- Age
- 37
- Gender
- Female
- Location
- United States
- Joined date
- June 7th, 2009
About
Based on anatomy’s definitions, I’m female.
According to my counting, I’m 23 years old.
My bedroom mirror shows me as having dark brown hair that comes to somewhere down my back. I tell myself it looks best when it’s straight. The round things on my face that let me see – when I put in contacts anyway – are also brown. If you want to go by sizes…fuck off. I don’t pant when I move; I don’t turn sideways and get completely overlooked, either.
If you’re talking in terms of holes and ink, three per ear of the former and a nose ring, none of the latter.
As far as poisons go, none. I definitely can’t afford cigarettes and alcohol and drugs don’t interest me.
My wardrobe has a lot of darker colours. I don’t let them define me, they’re just garments I purchase based on what I can afford from my latest pay check and what season it is.
My birth certificate tells me I was born in New Jersey. My memory, however, is of a nomadic childhood, living in Ohio, California, Montana, Wyoming, Tennessee, Louisiana and Ohio, in that order. My memory goes on to remind of how fast I left when I turned eighteen, and the scholarship I’m on at art school.
Pride means I don’t call my family and ask for money that I could really do with. I know what they’ll ask if I go to church yet and when I say no, they’ll hang up because I’m still a sinner in their eyes.
The things that take up my time can be listed as art school, my job in a café, hanging in from pay check to pay check, reading, playing guitars in stores until I get kicked out, writing, doing any sort of art that won’t risk destroying my apartment and pissing off my landlord and formatting opinions on the outside world.
Those opinions could be given names. Some of them anyway. I’m still an Atheist, if you hadn’t concluded from above. I didn’t vote for Barack Obama, or for John McCain. I don’t believe either of them will offer this country anything other than empty words and severe disappointment. I don’t care for those who think drugs should remain illegal. Smoke, snort, inject, it’s your choice. Just take the consequences.
My internet life is more active than my life in the concrete world, according to the people who knew me in high school. I don’t talk often, it’s by choice. People I meet through my laptop are more interesting than those around me, anyway.
According to my counting, I’m 23 years old.
My bedroom mirror shows me as having dark brown hair that comes to somewhere down my back. I tell myself it looks best when it’s straight. The round things on my face that let me see – when I put in contacts anyway – are also brown. If you want to go by sizes…fuck off. I don’t pant when I move; I don’t turn sideways and get completely overlooked, either.
If you’re talking in terms of holes and ink, three per ear of the former and a nose ring, none of the latter.
As far as poisons go, none. I definitely can’t afford cigarettes and alcohol and drugs don’t interest me.
My wardrobe has a lot of darker colours. I don’t let them define me, they’re just garments I purchase based on what I can afford from my latest pay check and what season it is.
My birth certificate tells me I was born in New Jersey. My memory, however, is of a nomadic childhood, living in Ohio, California, Montana, Wyoming, Tennessee, Louisiana and Ohio, in that order. My memory goes on to remind of how fast I left when I turned eighteen, and the scholarship I’m on at art school.
Pride means I don’t call my family and ask for money that I could really do with. I know what they’ll ask if I go to church yet and when I say no, they’ll hang up because I’m still a sinner in their eyes.
The things that take up my time can be listed as art school, my job in a café, hanging in from pay check to pay check, reading, playing guitars in stores until I get kicked out, writing, doing any sort of art that won’t risk destroying my apartment and pissing off my landlord and formatting opinions on the outside world.
Those opinions could be given names. Some of them anyway. I’m still an Atheist, if you hadn’t concluded from above. I didn’t vote for Barack Obama, or for John McCain. I don’t believe either of them will offer this country anything other than empty words and severe disappointment. I don’t care for those who think drugs should remain illegal. Smoke, snort, inject, it’s your choice. Just take the consequences.
My internet life is more active than my life in the concrete world, according to the people who knew me in high school. I don’t talk often, it’s by choice. People I meet through my laptop are more interesting than those around me, anyway.