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Name: ro
Birthday: 4/8/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: The Doors, shoes... I love shoes. and cheese, not so much for the taste or texture, but more for the name. uh, and I like boys, boys are good. and monkeys, and old horror movies, especially War of the Worlds. And John Wayne. and beer. I refuse to drink vodka anymore. damn russians. and the CANADIANS. (its a conspiracy, they've been quiet for much too long) coffee, flip-flops in the winter, nick jr., VIVA LA BAM (oh yea, i'd screw him), vin diesel, peg-legged pirates, people with warm hands, cooking, taking a nap in the afternoon because i can, snowboarding, falling on my ass as oppsed to my chest when i crash, shopping, chinese food, showing off with chop-sticks, being ambdextrious, snow, and warming my feet on people's backs.
Expertise: drinking, sleeping, painting, making a fool of myself
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message meEmail: email me
MSN: mightymightyro@hotmail.com
Yahoo:  mightymightyro@yahoo.com
Member Since:
10/3/2004
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| stressed out right now. murder is good. blood on my hands. oh no, i've dropped my keys. | | |
| domestication is a bitch and i am loving it.
what's wrong with me? | | |
|  R.I.P.
Thunderous Chickenous
aka. my poor thunderchicken
Born July 1989 Detroit, Michigan
Died June 15, 2006 Lincoln, Nebraska
May we all take a moment of silence to observe the passing of this great legend. the ThunderChicken was a good car, mild mannored, with a even temper until she reached the age of senility. in her last moments, she turned to me and said, "Gurgle... gurgle, cough... sputter. Sputter." I think we all can use what she said in our daily lives. Yes, ThunderChicken, I agree, "cough... sputter. Sputter." You spend a half hour in heaven before i come and kick your ass for dying on the other side of town and making me walk home ELEVEN MILES!!!
Amen. | | |
| So... this whole crying thing is really getting out of hand.
I was watching Steel Magnolias, and about the time that Sally Field was having her breakdown, i was on the couch, with my blanket, and my heating pad, and my cup-o-tea, and my roll-o-toliet paper (for the tissue of the nose(i was sick, you bastards)) absolutly bawling. i'm sitting there with the toilet paper in one hand and snot rags in the other, sobbing. and Brian gets home... and looks at me and walks in the other room. (i think he thought i was crazy) oh well. but its me... i'm less feminine that 95% of the men in the world... and that includes advocates of the jihad when it comes to movies! I DON'T CRY AT MOVIES!!!
And then, i went to menards today (most artists go to dick blick, i go to menards) and started crying when i saw the sledge-hammers. and i can't even go near a Sears without getting sad.
I'm sure it will get better over time, but i hate to let strangers see me crying about oversized hammers.
Oh, and my artwork was invited to a show!!! WOOO!!! more details later!
Love ro. | | |
| trying not to be mad... trying not to let it bother me. it only went for $110. i could have sold it for $500, easy and had cash in pocket. i understand it was for my mom, and her medical bills and what not, but there were things that they could have done to make it bring more money. but regardless, i had a blast and you omaha kids missed it. hahaha (nervous laughter to cover knowlege that the concert probably rocked... hardcore) | | |
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