It irritates me tremendously when people breathe loud in their normal state. I don't want to constantly hear the air whooshing out of your face holes. Your unsteady rhythm is only reminding me of your hairy nostrils and I don't want to know anything about your nostrils. So for goodness's sake do something about it and STFU. Thank you.

I want everything. Unconditionally. Is that too much?

I haven't written up a will yet but let it be known that I want this to be played at my funeral.

Things to do before I die: See Radiohead live.

- Emily Dickinson

80's baby. 90's girl. Millennium woman.

FACT: Kamingasaurus
MYTH: Suzuki SUV-Asaurus

Chances are I’ll end up in a hut
Rough it out with bruises and cuts
Do you love me now?
Will you love me then?
Will you roll with me,
Round and round in a pen?