Trizzi
My blogs
Blogs I follow
- Badder Homes and Gardens
- Dicky Carter
- Feryxlim
- Honestly...wtf
- it's the sizzurp.
- Marilyn Manson
- Rats, Cats, and something inbetween the two
- Red Means Go
- Regretsy
- Thank Goodness For The Good Ones
- This Disturbing Magic
- THXTHXTHX
- Travel Write Draw
- www.marilyn-manson.net/index.php?format=feed&type=rss
Gender | Female |
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Industry | Law |
Occupation | Bookkeeper |
Location | Bloemfontein, Freestate, South Africa |
Introduction | Uhmmmmmmm.... Pink is a fluffy colour. No seriously now, uhmmmmmm. The light stings my eyes when I'm in the spotlight and then I say things like pink is a fluffy colour. There's not much really to say about me, but at the same time I could keep you busy with what's on my mind for a thousand years. I live in another dimension where I'm a queen, and every now and then I hav to come back to this plain of reality to come visit the people who think they care for me. You are invited to come have a cup of chai tea with me in the garden of my mind. |
Interests | I like shinny and colorfull thing when I'm in a good mood, and when I'm in a bad mood I like doom and destruction. Art is my drug of choice. And to me everything is some form of art, I would say I do life, but that would be a lie. All I'm doing is surviving another day with anything I get my sticky little hands on. |
Favorite Movies | Constantine, Stay Alive, Girl with a pearl earring, all the harry potters, Finding Nemo, All things Tim Burton like (he is god #2) |
Favorite Music | Marilyn Manson (God#1), enigma, era, enya, Damien Rice, Bonny Tyler, Blondie, Depeche Mode, massive Attack, Faithless, A Perfect Circle, Puscifer, Tool, Jack Johnson, Ben Harper, In Flames, Slipknot, Metallica, Edith Piaff, Mozart, Tschaikovsky, Beethoven, hurts, Moby |
Favorite Books | I forget the names and the authors of the books after I read them, but I can tell you what happened in the books. |
Which do you prefer and why: whittling with soap or whistling with wood?
I must say neither, I prefer standing on my head and whistling with a sheet of Vivaldi music the tunes of unheard forces coming to fetch their children from their playdate.