Dusti is Perfect Insanity

About me:

Don't label me; it's stupid and I'll slap you across your ugly face. I'm -not- trying to impress anyone. This is myspace for crying out loud. Chill the fuck out!

There are a numerous amount of people that I thank whomever in the 'great divi' for every day. Without them my life wouldn't be what it is now; crazy, beautiful, & tragic.

I am not the girl next door. I'm the bitch down the street.

It's cute when people send me hate mail and sometimes, I wish I would just SHUT MY MOUTH, but I have to say something. ALL THE TIME, and most likely, whenever I've got something to say, it's ..'rude.'..
I'm ..not.. emo just because I have experienced depression.I'm ..not.. a bad person because I speak my mind. I'm ..not.. a scene kid because I wear shirts from hot topic and a nose/lip ring to go along with it. I'm ..not.. a poser because I have similar tastes & interests in clothing and music with other people. I'm ..not.. a loser because I have made numerous mistakes throughout my life.

I realize things most don't and I'm not one to want your approval. My actions may not be as morally loaded as that of a priest per se but I'm not as strange as I appear to be. I won't mask my opinions to please anyone and most things I say could offend you. People should get used to hearing the truth and maybe having a conversation with me might be a tad bit easier.
Words limit me immensely. If I could express most of what runs across my mind as easily as I think it, then perhaps I would be more social.Though I’ve come to realize most rarely understand the complexity of some of my thoughts. Or even care for that matter. That nod and pretend to care method no longer affects me. I don't hand out trust like religious pamphlets on Sundays or gym memberships. I'm not picky.
Bullshit images just annoy me. Honesty however is highly appreciated. I’m enthralled by many odd things and think enlightening others is nifty. I wish to be free of all limitations but understand the silliness of it. Clichés and labels are something I can definitely live without. I no longer believe in peace signs. People are always thirsty for some new fad and now it’s just another commodity for silly high school girls to wear on their shirts. Go ahead and hate me. Judgement is human nature and something that can never be dodged. Understand that I probably dislike you anyways. Most of humanity disappoints me and I consider sneezing a fascinating hobby. I read tons. By that I don’t mean girl meets boy kind of books. I dig knowledge and that silly teenage shit will never quench my thirst. Music is my thing. Art and film, a passion. I don’t see myself to be above others. I’m messed up just like most who wander under the sun. Keep me interested and I’ll call you extraordinary. Despite the depth of my hushed away thoughts, I am a very silly person.
I guarantee that ninety five percent of my verbal output will make you question my sanity. I’m quite satisfied with that.
Shy and extremely bold all at once, don’t ask how I manage that bit. I’m not like most girls; other than the bitches; and I’m sure that you'll figure that out.
Which reminds me: I constantly make references to things no one will get. Perhaps your all just lame or maybe I’m a boss pinball wizard. Whatever and all that jazz. Narcissism is for cunts. Confusing people makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.
No text will ever fully describe me but hopefully this useless bit will give you a rough idea of my composition. Dig? Brilliantly unintelligent. Arrogantly good-natured. Siempre nunca. Brunettishly blonde. Insanely sane. Unpossessively clingy. Conforming the originality. Blanco pupils. So great it's bad! Gothic happiness. Completed blankly. Organized pandemonium. Absentmindedly present. Colored 1950's television. Confusingly clear. A hardlife for billionaires. The two small-roomed mansion. Straight Boy George. Strangely normal.