valquerie

You kill a lobster and I save a bird. I found a lil' baby sparrow outside of four star coming back from a jambajuice run. Eric (my coworker) named it Cheesecrack. I'm feeding it cat food soaked in water (as per the humane society instructions) until Thursday when they re-open. It's sleeping right now, but I"m about to wake it up so it can watch Ichi the Killer with me and one of my housemates.

Fuck those fascists at the DMV for not taking a picture of your beautiful self. I think it's a pleasure to know you.

p.s. I submitted a set once on this site. I"m not a very private person so if you're interested it's in the archives of the SG Hopefuls forum under pics, third, or fourth or fifth page back entitled "forlorn grace"

Warmly,
Elaine (yes, m'real name)

Thanks. *blush* I'm actually very body-shy and I don't think I"d ever go through with the whole application. When I was in middle school and into high school I was about 60 lbs heavier than I am. The weight came on quickly, not gradually, so I have a lot of stretch marks. I used to have a running mental battle with my body. Sometimes I'd wish I could just cut my head off from it. It took a long time to learn to be happy, and actually proud that I had pulled through and become a stronger person because of it. It's strange though: in those formative years when all you hear is what an ugly fat cow you are, no matter how many times you hear people tell you you're pretty when you're older you never really believe it. C'est la vie. I'm glad for it. It keeps me humble.