About

Interests:Jarvis Cocker is a legend and very few can be called legendary. If you don't know who he is then you should.Im about as deep as a Fishbowl and as Fun as Cancer but as Funny as Morcambe and Wise dancing with Lee Evans. I hate mainstream modern day music though i am impartial to a good dose of My Chemical Romance. They are as mainstream as I like to venture really. *Says the person who loves The Millionaires*Favourite Music:My Chemical Romance, Adam and The Ants, Lady Gaga, Pulp, Johnny Cash, Roy Orbison, The Used, Shakespeare's Sister, The Get Up Kids, Radiohead, MGMT, The Cure, Bon Jovi, Marina And The Diamonds, Radiohead, Smashing Pumpkins, Kids In Glass Houses, Billy Talent, Frank Sinatra, Papa Roach, Brand New, Hole, Cyndi Lauper, Gossip, Head Automatica, Hollywood Undead, Millionaires, Coheed and Cambria, Mindless Self Indulgence, 3OH!3, Bob Dylan, Eminiem, Alicia Keys, The Carpenters, Fall Out Boy, Green Day, Panic At The Disco, Hey Monday, Taking back sunday, You me at Six, Favourite TV Programmesroject Runway, Americas next top model, South Park, Two and a Half Men, King of queens and other American Sitcoms...Think terrible shows that one should ever watch.Favourite Films:Forrest Gump, Saw, Watchmen, Little Miss Sunshine, Con Air, The Shining, A Clockwork Orange, Jennifer Body, La Vie En Rose, Beaches.Favourite Books:The Catcher In the Rye, Heart Shaped box, Slash's Auto Biography, A Clockwork Orange, Teen Vogue Handbook Series Of Unfortunate Events, Stephen King Novels, Trainspotting, The umberella academy.Favourite Quotations:Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life...
About me:Obsessed with rosery beads...but I'm not religious.
Obsessed with films...But I'm not a geek
I cant do with common sense but can degrade anyone in a matter of seconds.
I talk about Harry Potter. The Whole Franchise. But I hate It.
Hide your feathers, on the back porch, baby
He's coming home for... you've... been... such... a liar
Hide your feathers, Little back porch lady...