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Wait, what? I’m technically below what is considered a livable income, live paycheck to paycheck, buy inexpensive things and make the most out of what I have. I grew up in an area that was economically depressed before it became the standard. We’ve never had money and I’m not ashamed of that. If that makes me white trash, then so be it.
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Driving along the Ortega Highway with the top down, blasting epic instrumental metal pieces while we whipped around curves. Also: the amazing weather, baby seals and MEXICAN FOOD. L.A. is a cesspool that I don’t wish to return to… but throw me in the forests or valleys anyday.
Minneapolis is the closest thing I’ve had to a ‘real home’. It’s the first major city I’ve lived in on my own, so it has a special place in my heart. We have some rad music, good people and great spots to adventure. And we’re a hard working, humble bunch. -
No. My only living grandparent claims to be Lutheran, but my parents have only stepped foot in church for weddings and funerals. I was never baptized, and my mother and father speak neither of religion nor the existence of a higher power. Which is a good thing, considering they’ve raised a pretty staunch Atheist.
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As my Last.fm page can attest to, I’m not strictly some genre-snob metal wench. I can listen to Joanna Newsom one minute and Dissection the next. That being said, I gave Ariel Pink a shot. I really did. ‘For Kate I Wait’ ended up being played about 25 times, and the rest of the discog didn’t hold my interest.
As for those descriptions? I’m silly, geeky and lethargic for the most part. Chalk it up to Taurean nature. -
TATERS. Dried meats, a small sword, some Elven items to get me out of a pinch. If it were modern days: a knife, lighters and matches, a pair of SOLID boots on my feet, non-perishable nutrients and some sick tunes for the journey.
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Angela. Angie is way too bubbly, and Ang is what my parents call me.
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I have a lot of hand-me-downs. Most of my electronics and video games were given to me. Books/tapes are from used shops. For clothes, I’ll usually go thrifting or snag band tees from shows (or online).
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Now that it’s winter, a hell of a lot of layers. Otherwise: Black leggings/skirt, boots, band shirt or dress, sweater, black denim vest. A couple of necklaces, and ear jewelry.
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Maybe. I’ve altered my look over the past ten years, and I’m sure it will change again. My appearance choices haven’t affected my jobs or personal relationships so far, so why should it be any different in the future?
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Who really sits around and thinks about their purpose in life? I’m happy that I’m not tied down by college classes, or debts that need to be repaid, or even a child (like so many other people my age). I love those that I hold near and dear to me, and enjoy the simple things in life. I want to hear and see as much as possible while I still have the option. That’s all I can ask for.
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A) At work, usually “How are you doing?”. Outside of that, I don’t normally strike up conversations with strangers. Perhaps “Who are you here to see?” at a show. B) Atmospheric/ambient black & folk metal. I love thrashing as the next person, but at the end of the day I always revert to the bleak and mysterious. C) Somewhere with four seasons, but short winters. I’ve grown quite tired of being frozen 5 or 6 months out of the year. D) Both. But add a ham, too.
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I’m in the midst of relocation thoughts, actually. I’ve lived in four states out of the midwest thus far, and would like to venture outside of that. If I had to go anywhere in the US, it would probably be to the Pacific Northwest. All hail Cascadia!
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There hasn’t been a best, and there never will be a best. The few people that I have committed myself to have been important to me in different ways, and to pick a number one would cheapen it all. The whole spectrum of being enamored has been huge and varied, but some of my standout moments are the super basic parts of life: giggling to cheap horror flicks underneath a shared blanket, telling ghost stories in candlelight, weekend roadtrips, singing at the top of our lungs to shitty music and sitting through awkward family dinners.
In short: everyone I have dated I am still in contact with and care about. -
You’re asking the wrong person. I don’t wear perfume. If anything, I barely even remember to put deodorant on. My makeup is close to the cheapest on the market, and I forget to shave my legs.
My beauty secret is: Stop shopping at H&M, Forever 21 and Urban Outfitters. -
Thank you! I’m happy to know that someone else enjoys the endless stream of heathenism (and silly webcam photos). You should tell me who you are, so I can follow you if I am not already doing so!
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Is it weird that I don’t actually find this creepy? I am, however, curious as to the context. Please divulge, anon, what was going on?
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An amalgamation of everything that shows up in photos on here. Emphasis on the hobbits, though.
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I have a feeling this is from the same person that asked me about my beauty secrets. That, or someone wants to be a real creeper and get a bunch of my smells collected. Either way, I use whatever I can afford. Right now it happens to be Trader Joe's tea tree soap bars and tea tree shampoo. I use masculine shower gel (the kind with commercials where hot chicks are drawn like magnets to a buff dude's chest). Unfortunately, the ladies aren't flocking yet.
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