My dreams of becoming an actor are overshadowed by my internal and cellular shortcomings and "issues". The most notorious tempests pale in comparison to my love, and i pity you if you have ever been on the recieving end. I write, i act, i dance, i photograph, and i fly. Make me smile and i'll like you til the end of the day. Make me horny and i'll lust after you til the end of the week. Make me cry and i'll love you til the end of time. (I'm a whore for pain.)