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Created on 2005-12-28 12:52:40 (#9121375), last updated 2008-11-27

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Name:l a i l a f a c e
Birthdate:1989-05-25
Location:San Jose, California, United States
Website:The Clap lolol

Contact:

lowerclasscrass@gmail.com
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UNDER CONSTRUCTION















#If you wish to add me, be sure to comment and let me know who you are and how you found me.

#I won't add everyone. Do we have anything in common? Do I already know you from somewhere?

#If you don't post the majority of your entries in understandable, remotely grammatically correct English, don't bother.

#I do periodic "friend cuts" so if you don't plan on updating and/or commenting, you'll likely eventually find yourself on this list.

I'm not here for a number on my friends list, and this IS a personal journal where I share personal thoughts and opinions.
I trust every one of my Livejournal friends to respect this.











|F|A|Q|
Were you named after that one Eric Clapton song?
No. And if you spell my name wrong or start singing to me...well, I'm skilled in the construction of prison shanks, and that's all that I have to say about that.

Aren't you a little young to be a mom?
Isn't it time for you to mind your own business? Foot, meet mouth! Believe it or not, this is the life that I CHOSE for myself. What a concept, right?

Don't I know someone who slept with you?
Probably. No, I'm not a cheap whore, and I won't do you any favors. And also, this doesn't make you my friend. As a matter of fact, I hate you by default now.


If you're here, you probably know a few things about me already; if you don't, as an intelligent life form with a capable intellect, I'll allow you to locate the basic-basics on your own.

Et Cetera I'm semi-"crunchy" (or "a sad excuse", depending on where you stand on the crunchy scale). I breastfeed, but because I struggle with eating disorders, and they flare up when I'm stressed, I have a slight shortage of milk; so I supplement with formula. I cloth diaper, but found that I don't have the time to do enough laundry to do so full-time, so disposables make their way in there more often than I'd like to admit. I baby-wear when the kid allows it...which isn't often, unfortunately. Co-sleeping is a no-go by her own choice. We're primarily organic at meal-times, but not in lifestyle.

I'm not perfect. I smoke and have been known to overindulge in the occasional drink. I take anti-depressants, and have for several years now. I have had an abortion, and I'm not afraid to admit that. I'm a survivor of abuse. I have a shady past. I don't believe in god(s), and am anti-religion as a whole. I'm pretty open about my life, and very, very opinionated. But chances are good that if you can deal with me, I can deal with you, and it will be good times. If you're fortunate (or unfortunate) enough to know or get to know me, you'll realize I can be nice once I trust you. Until then, I'll judge you, you'll judge me, and we'll call it a day.


|SO|THERE'S|THIS|BOY|
Jack and I met in January 2006, began dating in February 2006, were engaged in December 2006, and got married on October 27, 2007. He's a softie with a Michigan twang, baby blue eyes, an amazing sense of humor, and tastes in music so varied that to this day it stuns me. ANECDOTAL EVIDENCE: We once had a 6-disc changer containing Tracy Chapman, Celtic Women, Daft Punk, The Exploited, Aus Rotten, and New York Dolls all at the same time.

His dedication to the things that he loves, no matter the reaction that he receives from people, is remarkable. He's the only person that can make me believe that I'm beautiful, even at my worst. He's passionate about his family, and being able to support us no matter what. He's spontaneous when it counts and when he approaches me with the information that he's booked a 3-night hotel stay so that we can take a much-needed vacation after a low point in the relationship, I can't help but melt and fall in love with him all over again. He's a secret gentleman--he may not always hold the doors open for me or wait for my food to arrive before eating his when we're out to dinner, but when I'm cold, he's more than willing to allow me to warm my hands on his belly, and when I cook him dinner, he still thanks me and kisses me on the forehead, and when I'm tired, he rubs my feet and carries me to bed if I fall asleep on the couch.

We're no real-life-fairytale perfect couple, but the issues that we've encountered and overcome together already say a lot about our commitment to and love for eachother. We'll always believe that this is more than words.






april 4, 2008 9:13 PM
7 pounds, 3 ounces 20"




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[info]troishearts


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