Well, I'm basically a wannabe photographer, and like to think i have good ideas, most of which seem to fall in body art of some sort.
And as far as the name goes, I went to kill the roaches, but they made me their leader.
Current Age: 21, Current Residence: minnesota, deviantWEAR sizing preference: xxl-xxxl, Favourite style of art: expressive, abstract, Operating System: mac os 10 point something, Shell of choice: that one swirly thing, Wallpaper of choice: that one creepy thing, Skin of choice: my own., Personal Quote: If a task seems daunting, it is all the more reason to try.
Favourite Visual Artist
Izabeth
Favourite Writers
dan abnett
Tools of the Trade
a camera, a bad attitude, and a vindictive mind filled with bad ideas
Other Interests
music, books, movies, gaming, computers, storm chasing, turnin wrenches, hanigng with my friends
Right, so status update for anyone who reads these.
Right now, my depression is reaching all new levels. I am being taken off of a med that did provide some benefit, but with extreme side effects. The withdrawal is horrific.
Right now, I can barely think, my head constantly hurts, and it's like a huge portion of everything that I am has just been switched off.
I am not convinced anyone really cares at the moment. I try to find a way to ask anyone for help, but no one seems to really ask why when I say I'm crappy today.
To add to the list of troubles, my dad is probably going to lose his job next month. He is the only source of income of a
Right, I have no prepared rant or anything, barely even thought this out. I am tired, screwed up, and there was something else in this line of thought but I already forgot what it was. Fuck it.
I didn't always hate the holidays. Once upon a time, I actually enjoyed them. I use to love Christmas when I was a little kid. I would wake up, run to the living room, agonizingly wait for my parents to get up so I could open my presents.
Some where along the line, things started to get sour. I slowly started to hate the holiday season. It just ended up reminding me of all the things I hate about my life. It became a burden to spend so much time wit
Dear Super Bastard Beam Blastinator
One day I sued Kim Kardashian while driving in a cat because I had cake in my mouth. Then I drove to Paul's Condom Emporium and met my long lost cousin Pedo Bear. We talked about talking trees and had sex in a public washroom. We also went to school together and learned how to eat people. We got our diplomas and Ate them because WE DON'T NEED NO EDUCATION. Then, last but not least, we Awesomed all over the place. The end.
Love, Oliver
Pick the first letter of your name:
One day I...
[ ] A - Went for a walk in the forest
[ ] B - Climbed a rainbow
[ ] C- Crashed a window
[ ] D- Ate my neighbor's foot