To explain the pic: I was taking the camera out of my pocket, had my finger on the lense, and accidently took a picture. So That's what my digital fingerprint looks like. Kinda cool, huh?
Ten Things About Me:
1. Ann O. Nimus is NOT my real name. Seriously, who's parents are that stupid/clever?
2. I have two death-row doggies I adopted. Emmie, a rat-terrier mix who just turned 11; and Jessy, a pappillion mix who is 10. Don't Litter, spay and neuter.
3. I listen to some of the worst music on the planet, and quote it frequently. "Nod at the bird and everyone dies." My faveorite group of all time is the LA band, X. Ive seen them a few times, and John Doe puts on some awesome solo gigs!
4. I'm a pagan and a witch (but not a wiccan), but I don't spell-cast much these days. Remember kiddies, don't play with fire or you may get burned.
5. I'm short, curvy, red-headed, brown-eyed, older than I look, and generally mild-mannered, generally... Remember: dynamite comes in small packages.
6. My favorite color is yellow, unless you ask, then I'll say it's green. Not cuz I'm given to lying, but most people think of day-glow yellow rather than the soft, buttery yellow I prefer. But then, when I tell people my fave is green they have one of two responses: men generally say "the color of money" and women say "like trees!" Not making any judgments here, just an observation.
7. My favorite food is cake, ahh... CAKE. But I'm not "allowed" to eat it anymore (heavy sigh...) And just so you know, anything marked: gluten-free cace mix... ISN'T. It's a similar cake-like substance, made by the sense-o-matic machine no doubt, but it's not cake. "The cake is a lie."
8. I have a penchant for wearing calf-length gypsy skirts and it's not uncommon to see me running around the house with a cutlass from time to time yelling "Run up the colours!" and threatening to make the pooches walk the plank.
9. My two favorite words: JUSTIFYABLE HOMICIDE
10. I haven't killed anyone. YET.
"What's that on your shoulder?"
What?
"That. On your shoulder."
It's my head.
"Uhh... Is that the root of all your problems?"
No.
"Well what is your problem?"
I wouldn't say I got what you call a 'chip' on my shoulder.
"No?"
There's just some people I can't get along with.
"Yeah."
I mean, I tried. And then I really tried.
"Yeeaaahhh..."
Never seemed to work out, honey.
"So what are we gonna say to these people?"
There's a big... ugly... city out there.
You wanna see it?
"Yeah, I wanna see it!"
Well look through my eyes, and you can see it.
What's wrong with me. What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me! it ain't none 'o your goddamn business.
-X, the band