Name * Justi, humpy(girl), slutface, winner/loser
Age * i'm gonna stay eighteen forever...
DOB * April 4, 1986
Hometown * stratford, ct
Current Residence * virginia beach
Tattoos/Piercings * no tats / pierced ears once
Job * thrift store whore. and of course band promo for life.
Instruments Played * i tried guitar and bass but that didn't work out so well so i guess i'll go with the vocal cords in my car for only me to hear haha
Fave Bands * bush, veruca salt, silverchair, our lady peace, brand new, billy joel, meatloaf, greyfield, last kyd picked, common effect, bright eyes, good charlotte, nina gordon, hole, mesT, a new found glory, green day, blink 182, sugarcult, patsy cline, scarebears, your day strong, outlet, the used, billy idol, incubus, guns n roses, metallica, static-x, count the stars, taking back sunday, hidden in plain view, something corporate, 311, fall out boy, goldfinger, and a lot more yo. most of them are on this site.
Hobbies * sleeping, being a fat kid
Bad Habits * not sleeping enough, being lazy
Likes * music, bands, good show pictures, promoting kick ass bands, cheap shows, humping people and things, hot boys, when my computer is nice to me, autographs, my concert pants, hanging out with bands, cartoons, having money, ect..
Dislikes * not having money and/or rides to shows, being poor, when hot guys have girlfriends, cars, annoying ppl, groupies, sweating, being so short, being female and stuff..
Fave Holiday * halloween cuz i can dress like a slut and not get shit for it haha
3 Reasons You Rock So Hard *
-i worship vicki
-i'm just awesome
-my ass was in the webster star magazine for april 2003.
"Back in school they never taught us what we needed to know, like how to deal with despair, or someone breaking your heart. For twelve years I've held it all together but a night like this is begging to pull me apart. I kept quiet left you deep in conversation. I felt uncool and hung out around the kitchen. I remember I kept thinking that I know you never would, but now I know I want to kill you like only a best friend could. Everyone's caught on to everything you do. As if this happening wasn't enough I got to go and write a song just to remind myself how bad it sucked. Ignore the sun, the cover's over my head. I wrote a message on my pillow that says, “Jesse, stay asleep in bed.” So don't apologize. I hope you choke and die. Search your cell for something with which to hang yourself. They say you need to pray if you want to go to heaven but they don't tell you what to say when your whole life has gone to hell. Everyone's caught on to everything you do. And I can't let you, let me down again. So, is that what you call a getaway? Tell me what you got away with. Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish... and I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids. Have another drink and drive yourself home. I hope there's ice on all the roads. And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt, and again when your head goes through the windshield. And is that what you call tact? You're about as subtle as a brick in the small of my back. So let's end this call, and end this conversation... I can't let you let me down again."
-Seventy times 7-