Description
I’m nineteen years old, right? Useless age. I can’t get drunk, but I can drive cars! Whoop-de-doo. Cars are too expensive anyway and they kill you. Please. I’d rather walk. Well, oh. Anyway. I’m tall. I have short brown hair, but the tips are kind of yellow-greenish because I tried to dye my hair blue a few months ago. It didn’t really work out. Oh god! It was so nasty. I'm so glad that's gone. I have some piercings. There’s the snakebites and then I have some funky tribal shit going up on my left ear. What else do you want? My nose! My nose sticks out like a fuckin’ beak. I like it, though. It’s dignified. Like, uh, you remember that one Ocean’s Eleven where he puts on the nose? That’s my nose. My eyes are this really dark brown color. I know I have some native american in me from my mom, and so that's probably where I get them. I think it's fucking bad-ass.
I’ve been thinking of this tattoo, of the ouroboros, you know the snake that’s eating itself? I haven’t got it yet. I will, though. So just pretend it’s already on me, 'cuz I’m that kind of person. Let that filter through your perception. It’s gonna be big and twisting on my back or maybe my arms? It’s just such a beautiful thing, eternity. It goes and goes and goes and we don’t matter! No, we don’t matter shit. So just chill the fuck out, it’s okay.
Personality
I don't fucking know. Are you trying to analyze me? Freud was a messed up motherfucker. He didn't know anything! All he did was get high and project his neuroses on everybody else, giving out cocaine like it was candy. Okay, okay. Calm yourself. Well, I don't like people all that much. I mean I do, in principle, but in real life? Shit. Some people are so fucking ignorant, or else all they do is go blabbering on about their personal lives like it's anything interesting. But if you're chill, we can hang. I don't care who you are. I really don't.