I'm the 21st century's Kesha



I'm in my early 20s and I don't do much of anything. Here for a short time, not a good time.

Every time I'm standing outside of a club and wait for a friend to pass me a ciggarette, I get the urge to ask to ask whoever is standing next to me if they can share a cig. Assuming they'd say yes, I would lean forward and grab onto their cigarette. I would put it in my mouth without rotating it, burning edge inside.

Sometimes, when in a group, I'll ask "What is your rankning of the three major pulp genres: Fantasy, Sci-fi, Horror?". My anwser has always put horror at the top with sci-fi only slightly behind, and fantasy a long way down. People can get very heated during this ice-breaker.

My dream jobs include: librarian, snuff film actress, marrying a rich older woman and never working a day in my life, the kid who's tortured in Omelas, freak show attraction, rentable by the day early 2000s western otaku-girl impersenator, faulty landmine, groupie, mooching doxy, a real hussy trollop coquette Jezebel typa girl, selling usernames online to trans women by using a program to generate as many accounts with keyword combiations consisting of stuff like "puppy" "vomit" "gore" "blade" "guts" etc., negative Nancy, professional inspirational quotes creator, NEET chudette love interest to a young man who aquired his rich hot aunts fortune after her mysterious death, PSYOP constructor, the next host of The Price Is Right, spinster, model for shunga in Edo period Japan,