Post by naomi on Oct 6, 2010 17:21:40 GMT -5
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"So babe, lets get comfortable. You got a nickname I can call you by?"[/font]
call me? really, you shouldn't. i won't answer number i don't recognize. but if you're talking about my name, it's naomi. not noh-mee. not nee-oh-me. and it sure as hell isn't nee-mee. it's nay-oh-mee. that's what i answer to. a few smart asses in the past have thought that they were really clever and called me 'imoan.' get it? it's my name backwards and it plays off of the fact that i'm apparently a slut. ooooohhh, hahaha. sooo funny. yeah, you should call me naomi. or shanaynay or nay or something like that. i'm not that picky, and i don't care. moving on.
"Well, can't say it doesn't fit you. From the looks of you, I could think of just a few better. I'm just gonna call you babe for this interview. You mind? Great. Has anyone ever told you you look like.."[/font]
sierra kusterbeck? honestly, i have no idea who the hell that bitch is. i mean, she sings, right? for some shitty female-fronted band, right? right. whatever it is, i'm sure i could do it better.
".. Yeah, actually. You must get that a lot. You're kind of hot, I gotta say. But for the ears out there listening, you wanna explain what's cooking?"[/font]
i'm a babe, duh. "petite" or whatever. i'm pretty short, like 5"3' or something like that. i'm pretty bodacious and curvy. last night this guy told me that my boobs were magnificent. i mean, he was also trashed, but a compliment is a compliment. i'm tan, because pasty white is gross. freckled, because i spent all my damn time outside. my hair is a wreck pretty much 24/7 and i'm not going into detail other than it's brunette and stuff like that. um. tattoos. i'm kind of notorious for getting fucked up and then getting tattoos. that bandaid on my knee? yeah, it was a good idea when i was high as shit. my ears are stretched, but only a little. huge ears are gross, plus i always lose my gauges. i'm pretty sure my ears are two different sizes right now. huh.
"You are too cute. You wear this kind of stuff often, or is this just for me?"[/font]
just for you? you ain't special, sweetie. and i don't dress up for anyone. i wear what i want, when i want. i like native american type stuff. i mean, i wanted to be pocahontas when i was little. so i keep all of this tribal stuff with me. i like feathers, put 'em in my hair sometimes. you know, the hair that i don't comb. i don't like bright colors. actually, i hate bright colors. i prefer more natural earthy tones in my wardrobe. there's a lot of tank tops, a lot of cutoffs, shorts, leggings, ripped tights and skinny jeans. and boots. i love boots.
"Ohh. Are you hitting on me? Haha. No, seriously, what are you? Gay or straight? You look kinda like a swinger, if you don't mind me saying..."[/font]
do i look like a lesbian? oh. well, answer that next time i'm around a guy. i'm straight, sweet pea. entirely straight. i hate women.
"Damn. GET SOME! Hah. You wanna smoke? Drink? I got some drugs in the back if you want. -winks-"[/font]
smoke what, exactly? cigarettes? no. weed? well, fuck yes. calms me down and keeps me cool. i drink too. i mean, sure why not? i'll be twenty-one eventually. but, really? drugs? what the fuck do i look like to you? i'm done with that shit.
"... Oh, so you must be a virgin, huh?"[/font]
AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAA. no.
"Knew it. So, you got any secrets? Come on, you can tell me. Promise this interview won't leak anywhere."[/font]
i have a third nipple. oh that won't work? well, it's not even true. well fine, if i need something exciting… i dropped out of high school when i was sixteen. i was mixed up in all kinds of prescription pills. i got kicked out of my house, and was sent to live with my grandma for a couple years. i don't have a place to live. i'm kind of a gypsy in the sense that i go from place to place, friend's place to friend's place. i have this old beater car. i sleep in that if i can't find a place. the more you know, right?
"..Ouch. Okay, don't be so cold kid. There's always a way out of shit like that. Got any ambitions, babe?"[/font]
well, it would be awesome to actually do something with my life… once i get the ambition to do it. i like to sing, but sitting around with a guitar that i can't really play isn't doing me all that well. a band might be kind of cool, but i'm kind of a dead beat.
"Okay, okay. Don't get too excited. Half of those weren't even real questions.. Okay let's see. Oh, here's a good one. Describe yourself in five or more words. Easy, right? You could go more into detail if you want, I don't mind one bit."[/font]
five words? well, shit. that's what you're gonna get. "i'm a fucking lazy bitch." five. hah. what, more? goddamn. i guess you could say that i'm sociable or whatever. i like to talk to and meet new people. i like to go out and party and have a good time. it's kind of what i do. i don't care all that much about other people in general. i don't care about the world around me. i just don't care. i don't even care all that much about myself. i do to an extent, just probably not enough. i'm just apathetic in general. but i guess i care about some things… sometimes. i used to have this cat named stanley when i still lived at home. i really liked him. i've fell in love once, i guess. cared about him too. i'm just weird like that. weird. yeah. i get weird.
"Couldn't agree more babe. Alright. Um.. Oh, here's another. Five likes and dislikes?[/font]
five things i like. huh. i like sleeping and cuddling and kissing and stuff like that. harmless fun. i like to smoke, not cigarettes though. my pipe is my prized possession, looks like i'm sherlock fucking holes. cost me a lot but it was worth it. oh, cats too. i love cats and nature kind of in general. as for stuff that i hate? i'll just narrow it down to those little scenie boppers with the big hair and the bright clothes. i hate pain, i hate being told that i'm worthless, because i'm trying dammit. oh, and birds. god, i hate birds. and that whole "oh, she's an idiot because she dropped out of school thing." yeah fuck you too.
".. Kinky! So last question. Gimme the details, how'd you get to where you are today?"[/font]
my life story? oh. it's exciting as fuck. you have no idea. so goddamn exciting. you might shit yourself. no, not really. but i'll tell you anyways so we can all enjoy ourselves. i have an older brother, his name is christian. i have two parents, but you know, i'll get to them later. let's just focus on the fact that i did, or i do, have a family. and i did grow up normally, and i lived a nice normal life, all right outside of l.a. it was great, and what was really great was that our parents decided to bang right after the first one was born. so me and christian, he's only a year older than me. he's my best friend.
i'll admit i've made some mistakes in my life, and i won't hide that i have some regrets. high school was full of them. it all started when i met this guy jason. he was a senior, i was a freshman. he introduced me to everything under the sun. he was the closest i've ever been to being crazy about a guy. but i wasn't, you know. i'm pretty sure i wasn't. i mean, i was all messed up for most of the time. and mom and dad knew. they definitely knew.
the night that everything blew up was a thursday. thirsty thursday, and i rolled into the house at about two in the morning on a school night smelling like weed and out of my fucking mind. that's really not good idea, you know? i didn't. or, maybe i did and i just didn't care. i honestly don't remember. but that was it. my father had had it, and that was my last chance. anymore screw ups and i was gone. and, you know, it probably didn't help that the truancy officer called my house the next day. i had been planning on dropping out of school with bigger dreams of becoming a musician, or with no dreams at all.
they gave me thirty minutes to pack and find somewhere to go. i ended up going to a friend's house and staying there until I talked my nana into letting me stay with her. one condition, though: i had to get a job. so i worked at mcdonald's for maybe a month until getting fired for holding up the drive-thru line by talking to friends for too long. whatever. after that, the deal was over. there was no way in hell i was going back to my old house. as far as i'm concerned, christian's my only family anyways, and he was off doing his college thing. so, i started to wander. i went from friend's house to friend's house, to people i hardly even knew. by the time i got another job (walmart), nana passed away. i bought a car, which i live in now at times. it's basically an apartment on wheels, or a giant suitcase that i can sleep in if bad comes to worse.
"Awe, well. Least you're still alive. Got yourself, right? That's the spirit. We'll look at your interview and give you the results, so sit tight for a few minutes, okay? And don't you dare think about leaving. I'll find you and interview you again. Don't get pissy with me, I'm just the goddamn interviewer."[/font]
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