Artist | Hobbyist | Varied
Just your friendly neighbourhood Pyromaniac.
You-don't-need-to-know deleted her Bio for the third time sitting back as she slowly came to two conclusions. One of which was that no-one was ever going to read her Bio anyway, and secondly that she absolutly hated writing in first person.
She had never been a normal sort of human in a different way than most other people who claimed that fact.
Startled out of stupid musings by an ominous creak outside of her door, she turned to investigate. In one of those incredibly convenient moments that you never think could happen in real life (but did on too regular of a basis) her Mother opened the door and stepped in simply, it seemed, to wisely advise You-don't-need-to-know to 'never rub honey in your eyes.' Her mother paused and then handed over a pair of socks with a smiley face drawn on them. You-don't-need-to-know examined the socks for a short time before commenting to herself that Mother had taken the mustache that had previously been attached to the socks off, which was a deed punishable by dunking her toothbrush in the hand-soap later on.
You-don't-need-to-know bid her Mother farewell as her Dad did a worryingly good pirouette into the room and started humming about scary rabbits.
None of this fussed You-don't-need-to-know too much as this behavior was fairly average coming from her parents.
She went to run a hand through her hair out of habit, only to stop midway when she remembered the Gilbird that had made a nest there the other day. Or at least that had been the first time someone had commented on it. It could have been there for moths for all she knew.
Glancing up at where the clock had been, You-don't-need-to-know was disappointed to note that her sister had eaten it again. Instead, she checked her watch. She could never tell whether it was too late or too early. Most of her life was spent at night, which was a shame because despite being 16, she was still terrified of the dark. Or rather the things that hide in the dark.
Deciding ignorance was bliss, she slipped on a set of headphones and set herself back to drawing, completely ignoring the five meter crocodile creeping up behind her.
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Somthin that fits?
Print preference: One without lines goin down it
Favourite genre of music: I dont know, I'm a generally open person.
Favourite photographer: my extra special camera
Favourite style of art: Anime/Manga, Cartoon and Graffitti
Operating System: beep. beep. beep.
MP3 player of choice: An working one, preferably.
Shell of choice: The kind that TmnT have.
Wallpaper of choice: Paint, not wallpaper
Skin of choice: This pink squishy stuff that surrounds my interal organs.
Favourite cartoon character: Cartoon cartoon or animated character, 'coz that changes almost daily.
Personal Quote: "You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, and we are all a part of the same compost pile."