KAYLEIGH CONTROL
To complete strangers: DON'T speak to me if you're just going to bitch at me; I'm sick of people thinking I care about their opinions :) Also, DON'T add me if you're never going to speak to me; that's just sad and annoying.
I'm
Kayleigh Puget, and I've had it up to the tits with people telling me shit-stirring lies. If all you have to say to me is "Oh such-and-such said this about you behind your back." then
FUCK OFF, TA because I'm not interested anymore. I'm a seventeen-year-old trainwreck who has transgender identity crises too frequently. Not nice, not pleasant. I live in Swindon -- you should go there if you haven't, it's a ditch.
Learning through harsh experience is the story of my life. I don't lie to anybody -- I tell you what I think, not what you want to hear, so I may come across as hostile. Far from it. I'm friendly towards people who give me a chance and don't immediately assume I'm confident and gobby. I'm loud to hide my real personality which is sort of self-loathing and unpleasant. I'm fiercely proud of being English (
NOT BRITISH). No one really understands my humour.
Most days I come through the door -- sometimes I even open it.
The bands I love mean the world to me. Music has always been the best aphrodisiac for me, and experiencing the catharsis of knowing someone else has felt pain that I have makes me feel so much happier. I'd like to thank all of the bands I've listened to, past and present, for what they've done without quite realising it. ESPECIALLY my favourite band (for six-seven years) AFI. Without my favourite bands, I am nothing. Also, check out Young Guns (www.myspace.com/youngguns) -- my profile song is by them, and I love them. Their music is amazing and they are such a genuine, lovely set of boys. They deserve all the support in the world.
I laugh an awful lot, although my 'normal' face is quite a miserable one. You cannot beat the exhileration I get when I'm with my friends. You cannot beat my friends. I'm over-dramatic; this might be because I was brought up on the theatre. I'm not making excuses for my behaviour, but I am saying it's not my fault. I love to read and use beautiful words. I think that people who don't type properly should be shot, and I'm a right Nazi when it comes to spelling and grammar, although I find improper abbreviations hilarious. I have double standards, but I don't like it when other people have them too.
I've had nine colours in my hair. I aim for the entire spectrum.
I worry about things that aren't important and I'm never happy with the way I look. I get roped in by good-looking hair and dress sense, and I have almost a fetish for tacky jewellery. If I can't choose between three different necklaces, I'll wear them all. I'm usually in bright colours and you can tell if I'm in a bad mood -- I will look bland and monochromatic and my hair will be flat. I can't cope with people who call me self-obsessed when they try to be more eccentric than me; I find this both hypocritical and hostile. I can be a bitch, but I don't
try to be. There's a difference.
I swear too much and I think I'm a borderline alcoholic.
I know for a fact I'm addicted to caffeine.
I'm obsessed with cheese and mayonnaise sandwiches and Refreshers.
I am far too flirtatious -- it's the way I've always been, and is often a defence mechanism for when I'm unsure of a situation. I'm
senseless,
spineless and
shameless all at once. Nothing you say can make me feel awkward, but I seem to have a talent for making others feel uncomfortable.
I am shy. A lot of people find this hilarious when I try to say it, but it's true.
Only add me if you're going to talk to me.
I don't need numbers to know I have friends.
Who I'd Like To Meet
No particular order -- it started off as order-in-which-I-want-to-meet-them, but it didn't work out. So I just threw them all in randomly. Hover over the pics for names, click for larger images. Obviously the ones that say 'MET' are people I've met. When you click those you get a picture of me with them -- how exciting!
