I had written far too much in this space, but I am over it now. Who I was.
I was a baby once, a skinny ugly pale baby. Then I was a little girl, a skinny ugly little girl that would rather play with cars and bugs than dolls. I became a big sister, that was no fun, I had to share my room then. I started school and discovered that I was pale, ugly and skinny. I had no friends, but I lived, I had an active imagination and it gave me the contact I needed. I grew up, had a really bad car wreck, where I died for about 6 minutes. I graduated, met a guy I knew as a kid, moved in with him, married him, got beaten by him, met a guy named Phoenix, left the first guy, and was with Phoenix for almost 10 years. I have a son Named Connor who is a wonderful child that 'has' friends, but chooses to be a loner.
I am painfully shy, but I cover it up with nonsense and bluster. I am a Pagan but even in my faith I am solitary. I am a gamer since sometimes it is easier to be an elf, or fairy or wraith or Vampire than me.
I walk with a limp because of my accident and I am really sensitive about it, I also have a number of scars on my body from that and other incidents that happened to me up to this point. I love animals since most of the time they make more sense to me than people.
I apparently want to get caught and pulled out of my shell, or I wouldn't have ever started this log thing, It is very vulnerable to know that anyone can wander on the net and find my deepest secrets. I guess it's the same way with what I was doing for a living, I was a nude model at a local university, even though I don't think myself attractive. I'd sit in the middle of a room full of fully clothed people exposed and naked, but at the same time, I get a power rush from it, 'they' aren't sitting here doing this.
I left Phoenix in May of '03 worked Old Time Pottery, then Walmart, And finally Securitas.
Finally filed for divorce in '06 on my ten wedding aniversary.
I've been single since '03, no dates, nothing.
I cut my hair off really really short.. but I'm growing it out again, this time for me.
I was a baby once, a skinny ugly pale baby. Then I was a little girl, a skinny ugly little girl that would rather play with cars and bugs than dolls. I became a big sister, that was no fun, I had to share my room then. I started school and discovered that I was pale, ugly and skinny. I had no friends, but I lived, I had an active imagination and it gave me the contact I needed. I grew up, had a really bad car wreck, where I died for about 6 minutes. I graduated, met a guy I knew as a kid, moved in with him, married him, got beaten by him, met a guy named Phoenix, left the first guy, and was with Phoenix for almost 10 years. I have a son Named Connor who is a wonderful child that 'has' friends, but chooses to be a loner.
I am painfully shy, but I cover it up with nonsense and bluster. I am a Pagan but even in my faith I am solitary. I am a gamer since sometimes it is easier to be an elf, or fairy or wraith or Vampire than me.
I walk with a limp because of my accident and I am really sensitive about it, I also have a number of scars on my body from that and other incidents that happened to me up to this point. I love animals since most of the time they make more sense to me than people.
I apparently want to get caught and pulled out of my shell, or I wouldn't have ever started this log thing, It is very vulnerable to know that anyone can wander on the net and find my deepest secrets. I guess it's the same way with what I was doing for a living, I was a nude model at a local university, even though I don't think myself attractive. I'd sit in the middle of a room full of fully clothed people exposed and naked, but at the same time, I get a power rush from it, 'they' aren't sitting here doing this.
I left Phoenix in May of '03 worked Old Time Pottery, then Walmart, And finally Securitas.
Finally filed for divorce in '06 on my ten wedding aniversary.
I've been single since '03, no dates, nothing.
I cut my hair off really really short.. but I'm growing it out again, this time for me.
