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- Deviant for 19 years
- www.intradermalshot.blogspot.com
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My Bio
My name is Tabitha.
I enjoy reading, writing, dancing, singing, laughing, joking, smoking, drinking (occasionally), Tacobell, Dr. Pepper, knee-high socks, toe rings, going to the movies, staying home and pigging out while watching movies I have seen a million times over, texting (yes... I said it.. I love texting.. and what?!), driving, smoking hooka, not making sense, pretending I can draw, getting tattoos, trying to think of things to put in a list of "likes", scratching an itch, and the occasional burp.
I must warn you ahead of time... I tend to forget things. Very easily in fact. The reasoning behind it is a story unto itself. But.. I will often forget something mid-sentence, and will have to ask someone to remind me what I was talking about. It can get very embarrassing at times. I blush easily. A curse I swear.... seeing as it causes other people to comment, which induces more blushing. I snort sometimes when something is exceptionally funny. (Although, it doesn't necessarily have to be bordering hilarity.. but... that is my excuse.)
I am a total Gypsy. Most would describe me as a Hippie... I suppose I am that as well. But I have also been told I can not be placed into any category. Is that a good thing?
Well, now that I have written a novel describing absolutely nothing important, that most people will stop reading after the first few sentences, I think I will bow out.
Current Residence: Usually the back of my mind... today.... I'm, wait.... WAAAIIT.... No never mind. There I go..
Favourite genre of music: Classic Rock mostly...
Favourite photographer: I couldn't really say. I love almost all photography.
Favourite style of art: It'sall in the mood....
Operating System: You know that one thing....?
MP3 player of choice: The one that works at the time...
Shell of choice: Puka? Maybe Sand Dollar...
Wallpaper of choice: This one thing... it's like... wooah...
Skin of choice: Leapord or maybe... like... my own? Yeah.. I kinda like my own skin thanks..
Favourite cartoon character: Gir, Foamy the Squirrel, The Pink Panther and Stoner Smurf
Personal Quote: "Please... go swallow a knife and die."
I enjoy reading, writing, dancing, singing, laughing, joking, smoking, drinking (occasionally), Tacobell, Dr. Pepper, knee-high socks, toe rings, going to the movies, staying home and pigging out while watching movies I have seen a million times over, texting (yes... I said it.. I love texting.. and what?!), driving, smoking hooka, not making sense, pretending I can draw, getting tattoos, trying to think of things to put in a list of "likes", scratching an itch, and the occasional burp.
I must warn you ahead of time... I tend to forget things. Very easily in fact. The reasoning behind it is a story unto itself. But.. I will often forget something mid-sentence, and will have to ask someone to remind me what I was talking about. It can get very embarrassing at times. I blush easily. A curse I swear.... seeing as it causes other people to comment, which induces more blushing. I snort sometimes when something is exceptionally funny. (Although, it doesn't necessarily have to be bordering hilarity.. but... that is my excuse.)
I am a total Gypsy. Most would describe me as a Hippie... I suppose I am that as well. But I have also been told I can not be placed into any category. Is that a good thing?
Well, now that I have written a novel describing absolutely nothing important, that most people will stop reading after the first few sentences, I think I will bow out.
Current Residence: Usually the back of my mind... today.... I'm, wait.... WAAAIIT.... No never mind. There I go..
Favourite genre of music: Classic Rock mostly...
Favourite photographer: I couldn't really say. I love almost all photography.
Favourite style of art: It'sall in the mood....
Operating System: You know that one thing....?
MP3 player of choice: The one that works at the time...
Shell of choice: Puka? Maybe Sand Dollar...
Wallpaper of choice: This one thing... it's like... wooah...
Skin of choice: Leapord or maybe... like... my own? Yeah.. I kinda like my own skin thanks..
Favourite cartoon character: Gir, Foamy the Squirrel, The Pink Panther and Stoner Smurf
Personal Quote: "Please... go swallow a knife and die."
Favourite Visual Artist
Van Gough!!! Yay for all the little one eared dudes!!!
Favourite Movies
The Big Labowski
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Led Zeppelin
Favourite Writers
Edgar Allen Poe, Anne Rice, Deviant: (Shadow--Stalker), and Trent Reznor
Favourite Games
Video taping my friends lighing eachother on fire, or doing other stupid illegal shit....
Favourite Gaming Platform
My king size, black satin bed!
Tools of the Trade
Duct Tape, my laptop, my video camera, and my music...
Other Interests
Whatever happens to be there... unless it is called a sport....
Time Travel
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You know those moments when memories of past times and friends left behind pop into your head without warning of any kind? I have just experienced one of those moments. Most of the memories I have are indeed happy ones… and yet, they make me sad. Memories are like Romantic Movies. They either make you Sigh and Smile over the fond remembrance of such times, or they make you Cry over the lack of these wondrous happenings. I am always given to the later response. And in the same way, memories of "Good Times" make me sad… for the lack of being able to recreate said memories any time I choose.
Such memories as walking for a go
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They Never Do...
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Is it true that some are meant to love and be loved, while others not? If so, why be put through the torture of having any feelings at all? You would think that after hearing one fake, meaningless, "I Love You" that the rest fallowing would sound the same. Indeed they do not. They sound wholly different and new. Not meaning that you believe the mindless drivel... but that somewhere in your brain you wonder if perhaps you... you just could.. if only for a second. Wonder if perhaps this time, he is after more then the disgusting avenue between my legs that I have come to so despise.
And why do the tears flow now? I know not why, only th
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Panic attack much?
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I am going to be gettin on a plane to Idaho tomorrow. Airports make my stress level go out through the roof. My face breaks out in nasty zits, and I feel sick to my stomach. I get headaches and it is hard to breath. Why? All because I am overly self consious. I don't like walking down the street by myself let alone through huge airports. I feel like everyone is staring at me because every time I glance up it seems to be the truth. I am sure it is all in my head but it is hard to convince ones body of anything but what it previously believed to be truth. I always worry about what it is they see, and what they are thinking when they look at me.
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Happy New Year from your friend in the Philippines! 
Happy New Year to you as well lovely! Stay beautiful! :-D
thank you for the watch! happy holidays! 
Backacha Lady Pants!
Hey, Tabby. How's life?
Hi! I'm doing alright. Who is this? (Sorry I never responded! I've been off of this site for a while! Going to be getting back into it again. lol)
Holy shit, talk about delayed response, rofl. 
This is Anthony James, formerly from UCA. Glad to hear you're getting back into DA.
This is Anthony James, formerly from UCA. Glad to hear you're getting back into DA.