ooc: i'd like to choose who's in my thread- because i'd like to have continuity and i need rapport. write a short note ooc and i'll reply as soon as i can. i'm not on for hours at a time, but i try for daily. thanks for any and all entries
me: 5'4" 150 lbs 38c-36-38
shoulder length dreads, mostly brunette some bleached blond, blue eyes, i have a tattoo of a hot sailor chick on my arm, and a bitchin' pair of wings on my back-cherub style
i'm wearing a short skirt that's pink, a blue shirt with hello kitty on it in a snowsuit with a snowman, i have a pink cowboy hat that's fuzzy on. i have a cute blue purse and big white platforms (sandals cuz my toes are painted glow in the dark)
ic: the party is young. i'm always the first. i love watching people come in. they're themselves still, here... in the almost real light, before black or blue is all you see. at the door, you must belong to your i.d. check your bag, get patted down.
here in the vortex between the harsh wind of the outdoors and the dark smoky fog, the bouncer perches precariously on his barstool sipping pepsi and looking bored and sadistic, or worse yet, harried and bitchy.
past this last bastion of sobriety lies a pulsating liquid vibe that exists only within these black walls with silent cartoons dancing with us to the beat. here we become our superhero evil twins. the bad girls and boys we wish we could be. we are the party, come on down.

me: 5'4" 150 lbs 38c-36-38
shoulder length dreads, mostly brunette some bleached blond, blue eyes, i have a tattoo of a hot sailor chick on my arm, and a bitchin' pair of wings on my back-cherub style
ic: the party is young. i'm always the first. i love watching people come in. they're themselves still, here... in the almost real light, before black or blue is all you see. at the door, you must belong to your i.d. check your bag, get patted down.
here in the vortex between the harsh wind of the outdoors and the dark smoky fog, the bouncer perches precariously on his barstool sipping pepsi and looking bored and sadistic, or worse yet, harried and bitchy.
past this last bastion of sobriety lies a pulsating liquid vibe that exists only within these black walls with silent cartoons dancing with us to the beat. here we become our superhero evil twins. the bad girls and boys we wish we could be. we are the party, come on down.