birth: 09sept83
lived: louisiana, california, tennessee, texas, mississippi
schools: 16 in 20 years
hair: cherry coke/deep red/chocolate
eyes: blue at birth, now green or hazel, depending
height: midget (5'4)
weight: fuck off, i'm curvy
passions: music, art, literature, creativity, travel, food, emotion, the human condition, details
what had happened was...
my mom, pagent queen, had me at 18. my dad, sgt. pierce, army-fied our lifestyle and then they had the tumultous divorce. i was 5. had sister, lele, she was 3. and then we moved. and moved. and moved. and moved. and mom married prince charming (well, dork charming, but he loves us). and then the dolla dolla bills yo. and then we moved. and moved. and moved. and moved. i was fat, smart, and wore huge red rimmed glasses- a lethal combo for the new kid. then came the brother-caleb- then came the diva child- heather. we look like a rock garden.
and so then a bunch of lesbians stomped me. i became a recluse, sick for myself for months, then got over it.
and so then i had the manipulative redneck, jimbo. hell.
and so then i had the abusive boyfriend, lawrence. thug king. tabatha told, my parents removed me, and he was sent to the marines.
and so then i had the punk prince, jacob. and he said, "will you marry me?" and i said yes under christmas lights at 4 in the morning. and we were inseperable. and he gave me the dog (lunchbox) and he gave me punk and he gave me life and he made my eyes shine. and then at 4 in the morning in may he said that it wasn't right. he wasn't ready. he didn't want me.
and all summer i tossed and turned, and cried and died, even kissed another boy. jacob went to california. without me. and
*and then*
he said, come to california. i cannot live without you.
and there i lived, with sunsets and taco stands, wondering exactly when my life would start to feel real and hoping that nothing changes for awhile.
and 28 days later, he woke me up again to say, 'i don't know if i love you' (again).
and i jumped up
and i grew fast
and three days later i hooked up a u-haul alone for the first time
and i drove back to louisiana
and decided fast
that it was time to live
for me.
my bio is shit.
but i'm going to write and be famous. i'm going to know music and make it and have an artsy bookstore with a chocolate bar and champagne if you want it and pictures of pinups on the walls. and one day, a man is going to love me for more than a month or two. there are novels and sitcoms about people like me. tumultuous years, i divorce you.
i used to have a sweet heart. save me.