I just chopped all of my hair off, a la' Winona Ryder in the 90s. Can't seem to stop cutting it, apparently.
Thank you, voters. I love waking up to great news.
It's easy to admit I am a bit of an intense girl. I like concentrated things -- guttural yellow leather, really pulp-y orange juice, bold words and too much eye contact -- and sometimes the things I want aren't the things I need. I think of what it would mean to get everything I want in life, and what more it would mean to change my ideas of what I want as each day passes and i grow older. Sounds are like textures for me. abrasive, lulling and soft, comforting and itchy. I can feel sound. I can feel color.
192 pages into my novel, as of 6:33 AM.
I'm getting a new tattoo, in seventeen days. It's pink and fabulous and Junko Mizuno-tastic.
My tummy hates me. I've been vomiting on-and-off for the past 12 hours.
Plus side: I'm level 21 in FF12.
I got the most AMAZING, primitive Pinnochio marionette, and a scarf for my hair that's a full map of Italy.
My name is not really Joni.
I work at a place I will never respect, but will tolerate because they pay me very well.
I own three pairs of vintage cowboy boots: black, silver and rust brown.
There is a painting in my living room that takes up most of one wall, which depicts jagged teeth or Gibsonesque cities rising from a lake of blood.
There are enough comic books in my house to fill two large bookshelves.
I live with a darling angel of a rabbit named Rupert Pennyworth.
I am completely obsessed with Gothic Lolita, EGL, and Sweet Lolita.
I could live on salad and pasta for the rest of my life.
I own a hat from the set of Breakfast at Tiffany’s, and a pair of Audrey Hepburn’s shoes.
I make the most amazing vegan chili.
My suitcase is made from crocodile skin.
I love chamomile tea, and fresh bread.
I have one vice: sparkling water.
I am marrying my soul mate… we smell just right to each other.
I am obsessed with sixties pop culture, and Edie Sedgwick.
I am writing a novel about anthropomorphized fairy tales living in modern society under the tyrannical rule of a God-thing named the Storyteller.
I love hot peppers as a snack.
I am terrified of gaining weight.
I made my own prom dress, complete with angel wings and computer chips, and dyed my hair neon red for the occasion. I was on the news for it.
I love animals more than I love people, but have inherited an alarming amount of vintage fur coats, wraps, and hats.
I am selfless to a fault, and have been sometimes referred to as the People’s Crusader.
I am mad for musicals.
I kick ass at video games, thankyouverymuch.
My Make-a-Wish Foundation wish would be to braid Willie Nelson’s hair.
I have never been on an airplane.
I predict trends.
I own three, space-age-atomic ash trays (all vintage), but do not smoke.
I own enough rare, unique clothing, vintage or otherwise, that if sold could buy me a very nice house.
I have a benign tumor on my left eyeball.
I go all gooey and girly for Hello Kitty.
I wear cologne or essential oil instead of perfume. My current scent is Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab’s Nanny Asteroth: amber, Middle Eastern flowers, honey, blood-red berries, leather and polished wood.
I have 5 tattoos, and have a new one in mind.
Elvis creeps me out.
I am sleepy.
I had my stomach pumped, today. I have an infection of my lower intestine/ulcer. It's fun.
I had to watch the most horrible, asinine comedy while the hospital as re-hydrating me. It was something about a canine cop, body-function-jokes galore. I feel dumber for watching it. Errrgh...
I'm going to go take a bath.
Niles found a new home, today. I'm pretty depressed about it.
Bright spot: my job offers 'incentive pay' in increments of $75, $150, and $250, depending on how your scores are on the floor-- I made the $250 mark, making my paycheck almost a grand. So... that's nice.
I bought vintage, rust-colored cowboy boots and a huge, delicious salad.
That is all.
We made vegan breakfast sandwiches, this morning. Now, I'm playing Devil Summoner and drinking Perrier.
I have two, large cuts on my palm from a rabbit kick, and they keep re-opening on my steering wheel. One of them could probably use a bandage, but there you are, then.
I have fourteen, soft cotton mini-dresses to wear with my black tights, and nineteen pairs of long earrings. Perfect.
I dyed my hair red, today.
Happy birthday, Edie Sedgwick.