These days there's dudes gettin' facials, manicured, waxed and
botoxed. With deep spray-on tans and creamy lotiony hands you
can't grip a tackle box.
Yeah, with all of these men linin' up to get neutered it's hip now to
be feminized. I don't highlight my hair, I've still
got a pair.Yeah, honey I'm still a guy.
Oh my eyebrows ain't plucked there's a
Oh thank god, I'm still a guy.
You can go into the army at 16,
yet you have to be 18 to play
Hello. My Name Is Rina
Mitchell Hoskins Black.
I go by Dean and Marsupial, but I'd rather you be original and make
up your own nickname for me. I'm thirteen years old, I'm dumb and
reckless and I don't know where my life is going. I don't know what I
want to do, I don't know where I want to go, and I don't know how I'm
going to turn out. I ride a slow train called life, it's rolling
backwards to the future and on the way I'm growing up and answering
all these unsolved questions.
Every day I play Russian Roulette with a bullet called life, it's a
mans sport you know.
Just because I'm not friends with you doesn't mean I have no friends.
But think what you want, I'm exactly what you think I am. No questions
asked. My best friends are nice, but I could honestly live without
Sam, she's everything. Turners tea, first female kisses, salt and
burning, long conversations and endless giggle fits. She's everything
wrapped up into a bitch burrito and ready to go. Except she's better
for your hole and your arteries. She's wrapped in a burnt but soft
shell, she hides most of the gushy, sappy stuff inside. Fuck with her
and I'll kill you.
Landon, she's my best friend bro. Asher, roleplaying, irrelevent
conversations and arguments are still nice. She's a taco, almost as
good as the burrito. She's a soft taco though, so if you break her
heart I'll break your face.
Luke, he's my brother. FFF. Long phone conversations, short internet
convos, tablets and skype. He's awesome. He can take care of himself
so I don't need to back him up. ;A; he's a hard shelled taco. Almost
as good as the soft taco.
Did I hear you mention Casey? Oh yes, Caseycasey. He's my man. Future
husband. I'm taking his last name yo'. He stole my heart in February,
08. But we've been together almost half as long. We never made it
facebook official, only twice we did. I'm blindly in love with this
man. He's one of the very few people I cry over, love, respect, and
want to be around. Who can't do me wrong. I have blind faith in him, I
know. It's sad. I don't care if you say I'm foolish to fall in love at
thirteen, engage to someone that young. Honestly, I'd rather save the
heartbreak and stay with the same modest man I've been in love with
since the day I met him. He's my soul mate. My life partner. I'm not
sharing, nor giving up in him.
He's my fucking naco. NachoTaco win.♥
I don't like to label, but I do it anyway. If you label me, it won't
bother me. But call me names, whore, slut, bitch, butch. Don't think
I'll let you get away with it. I didn't call you it, so don't you dare
call me it.
I'm mean, I know. But the reason I don't like other people calling me
those things is because words to hurt. That saying sticks and tones
may break my bones but words will never hurt me? Bull shit. Words do
hurt, and you know it. It will affect me. Because I know most of it's
true. Don't tell me what I already know.
But if you are going to talk shit about me, do it to my face and not
behind my back. I will find out, and I will chew you out. Either shut
up or nut up.
I'm a tomboy, I know that much. I have an inner redneck, and it shows
more often than not.
I run around dancing in my room to classic music. I head bang to rock,
I make faces in the mirror when I listen to screamo, I cry when I
listen to country, I swing my hips when I listen to pop and I sing out
to every single one of them. But that does not mean by any sake that
MCR saved my life, or music is my life. Because it's not. I could live
just fine without it.
I'm not religious, because I've no proof. I stick to scientific
reasoning. God did not create the Earth, the sun, or bless you with a
saint of a child. No child is a saint. Innocence, the gold doesn't
last. Nowadays that gold fades early, innocence is plucked straight
from the source as a way to grow up. You know what? You don't want to
Growing up to fast, it hurts. And you may make friends older than you
because you're mature beyond your age, trust me. That's not always a
I love the show Supernatural, and as glad as I am for it to continue
to season six, I'm upset that Kripke left. He was a fantastic writer,
he had such a way with plots and dialog and characters. I don't think
you could ask for better. I've read a lot, and watched a lot. And by
far, I've chosen Supernatural to be one of the best things I've ever
The actors are fantastic portrayals of ideal personalities, they stick
so well and they fit them.
I one day wish to be as fantastic as this man is at writing and
By the way, Landon and Sam can call me Dean. That will never change.
Call me Dean without being in my online family and I'll castrate you.
If you want to message me,
the password is
images © Almost Angel, PriscilaPaim 2010 TLKFAA
character © Rina Mitchell 2010