Post by kathryn leigh doukas on Nov 30, 2008 22:17:20 GMT -5
`go shake it Kat !
`having some fun never killed anyone..
age; seventeen
rp experience; five years
how you found us; proboards support
contact; pm
other charries; none
other;
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`where the hell is my chiffon.
`i can't seem to get myself into motion.
`i can't seem to get myself into motion.
but it's okay everyone calls me; kat, katie leigh
i popped outta my mom's bajingo; may 19, 1987
actually i'm some sort of; taurus
this place was such a shit hole; denver, colorado
ah, so like paradise for me; denver, colorado
i don't look it but i'm actually; greek
it's just the way the wind blows; bi-sexual (preference for girls)
baddest bitch all up and through here; pray for plagues, lead guitarist
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`designers, look out for andrae.
`tim gunn and andrae at the red lobster.
`tim gunn and andrae at the red lobster.
you know i could just swim in those; emerald
does the carpet match the drapes; red
i wish i could lose like three pounds; 113 lbs.
she looks like a freakin giraffe; 5’7”
and then i got one on my ass; pierced hips and both ears, star tattoo on the back of her neck, tribal tattoo on left bicep
they always seem to notice my; a scar under her chin
you'll never see me without my; Kat sees fashion as a way to make a statement and to tell the world who she really is, so she exploits it completely. Her hair has been many different colours, naturally brown, but she’s settled on flaming red for now. In terms of clothes, Kat will wear anything she thinks looks unique or catches the eye; bright colours, strange graphics and accessories, etc. Kat designs a lot of her own clothes and prefers to shop at thrift stores, where she finds a lot of unique and original things. She could be considered a tomboy, since she never wears dresses or skirts and is pretty much always seen in jeans.[/size][/ul]
`it's a motherfucking walk off.
`looks like barefoot appalachain lil' abner barbie.
`looks like barefoot appalachain lil' abner barbie.
[li] partying
[/li][li] drinking
[/li][li] sleeping
[/li][li] sex
[/li][li] girls
[/li][li] guys
[/li][li] music (rock, punk, dance, metal)
[/li][li] dancing
[/li][li] guitar
[/li][li] writing music
[/li][li] cars
[/li][li] chocolate
[/li][li] spicy food
[/li][li] laughing
i'm about to get wickety-wack all over;
[/li][li] uptight people
[/li][li] judgmental people
[/li][li] parents
[/li][li] drugs
[/li][li] hangovers
[/li][li] mornings
[/li][li] wearing dresses
[/li][li] country music
[/li][li] dogs
[/li][li] bugs
it's like my signature kinda thing;
[/li][li] confident
[/li][li] assertive
[/li][li] persuasive
[/li][li] independent
[/li][li] stubborn
[/li][li] fun-loving
[/li][li] willing to try new things
oh god not this again, i so suck;
[/li][li] pretty girls
[/li][li] alcohol
[/li][li] drugs
[/li][li] partying
[/li][li] lack of self-control
[/li][li] addictive personality
[/li][li] impulsive
[/li][li] can be rude at times without realizing it
[/li][li] sharing her feelings
[/li][li] letting people in
it's like children of the corn but worse;
[/li][li] death
[/li][li] falling off the wagon and turning back to drugs
[/li][li] getting hurt by someone trusted
you know one day i'm going to;
[/li][li] become famous
[/li][li] spend her life performing
[/li][li] learn to control her impulses
it's just this weird innate thing;
[/li][li] plays with hair
[/li][li] draws doodles when bored
some things just make me scream;
[/li][li] confidence
[/li][li] forwardness
[/li][li] good sense of humor
[/li][li] love of music
[/li][li] nice smile
[/li][li] good laugh
that is the most disgusting thing ever;
[/li][li] uptight
[/li][li] narcissistic
[/li][li] pessimistic
[/li][li] judgmental
you best remember this bitch;
Despite everything Kat has been through, she still maintains an optimistic view and a thirst for life. For her, it’s all about the music and the perks that come with it; the parties, the screaming fans, the flings. She’s very confident, knows exactly what she wants and how to get it, and she loves the limelight. However, there are times when the limelight can become too much and everything starts to sink in.
Kat has a total lack of self-control and an addictive personality. She battled with drugs for a few years, but was able to pull her life together and get back on the right track after she nearly died. Still, she finds herself tempted all the time and struggling to fight temptation. She almost never talks about her family and she doesn’t really like to talk about personal issues; she has trouble trusting people and letting them in, so when someone tries to get to close, she keeps them at arm’s length.
By looking at her, one would never know Kat’s strife. She always wears a smile, she’s always laughing and joking and living it up and while this is her true personality, if one looked a lot closer, they’d see that there’s more to her than the smiles and partying. Even still, Kat is a great friend; she’s loyal to a fault, never judges, and will always be there to listen, even if she doesn’t really like to talk herself.[/size][/li][/ul]
`lighten up it's just fashion.
`daniel, you're almost completely on the floor.
`daniel, you're almost completely on the floor.
Mother: Nancy Doukas-Wright, 47, nurse
Father: Charlie Doukas, 49, mechanic
it's cause you were dropped as a child;
Step-brother: Brandon Wright, 17, high school student
Step-brother: Connor Wright, 14, high school student
Step-sister: Elizabeth Wright, 15, high school student
that's what i'll look like when i'm old;
FATHER’S SIDE:
Grandpa: Charles Doukas, deceased
Grandma: Betty Doukas, 76, retired
MOTHER’S SIDE:
Grandpa: Earl Bondy, deceased
Grandma: Debra Bondy, deceased
you know the different kind of uncle; none
and the one that looks like a rat; none
pretty freakin sure we're not related; none
yea they used to eat my shoelaces; none
it's like hell but only faster;
Kathryn Leigh Doukas was born to Charlie and Nancy Doukas on May 19, 1987. As a child, she was spoiled by her parents who got her everything she asked for and more. Kat, however, took an interest in music from the young age of five, after listening to some of her dad’s old CDs and falling in love with music. Her parents bought her a guitar and she’s been playing ever since.
As Kat reached adolescence, not everything was as it appeared. Her dad began having an affair when she was twelve and when her mother found out, the family broke apart. Kat felt betrayed by her father and vowed that she’d never speak to him again, after he ruined the family. A year later, Kat’s mother remarried and suddenly, she was not the center of attention; she had little step-brothers and sisters, and a new step-father whom she couldn’t deal with. Kat started acting out, and her mother was forced to send her to an all-girl’s boarding school.
While at school, Kat began experimenting sexually. She’d always thought she was straight, but she quickly learned that she was attracted to girls as well, maybe even more so than guys; girls were easier to relate to, and easier to control. Pretty girls became a weakness of hers that she would carry with her to the present, due to her raging hormones, lack of self-control and addictive personality. During her time at school, she found solace in the girls she dated and her music. Eventually, even music wasn’t enough to find comfort in, and Kat turned to drugs and alcohol.
Kat was expelled from school when they learned about her drug use, and kicked out of the house when her mother saw what she had become. At sixteen, Kat was on the street and suffering from drug addiction. It wasn’t until she OD’d that she realized how far down she was really spiraling; she nearly died, but decided to turn her life around, clean up, and get back into the music.
Kat struggled to stay clean, but she was able to stay away from hardcore drugs. She still maintained her love for booze, sex and partying and temptation grows stronger with each and every day, but Kat has been able to fight it off for the sake of her life and the sake of her music. She started by playing a few gigs at local cafes and shows, and shortly after, she met her band. From that point on, she never looked back.[/size][/ul]
`i'm not your usual uncle nick.
`look at my wickety-wack trim. i mean, really.
`look at my wickety-wack trim. i mean, really.
it's six am in the morning middle of winter;
you must be smelling your own crotch;
She forced her body to sit up against its will. The exhaustion had set in, but she had no intention of letting it stay there for long. She had spent her entire day sleeping since she had spent her entire night up and partying, and tonight would be no different. She wasn’t performing tonight, which meant she’d hit the town and have some fun. Her sleep cycle was begging her to stop, but she had selective hearing and chose not to listen.
This was the life she had been living ever since she was old enough to realize what life really was; we were only here for so long and she was determined to make the most of her time and spend every second enjoying herself. So what if she was wearing herself down? She was having a damn good time.
She dragged herself from her bed and into the bathroom, flicking the nozzle to the shower on. She smelled like beer and sex and clubbing, a smell which, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seem to remove from her skin. Not that she minded. It was familiar and as strange as it may seem, comforting.
She shed her clothes and stepped into the shower, allowing the water to cascade down her back and over her body, soothing and washing the exhaustion away. She tried to clear her throbbing head which banged and screamed for her to stay in tonight and spend a quiet evening alone. She’d have to take some Advil and shut that fucker up and when she was done with her shower.
“I’d better hurry,” she thought, as she poured a generous blob of shampoo into her hand and worked in through her flaming hair. “I don’t want to miss all the fun."
This was the life she had been living ever since she was old enough to realize what life really was; we were only here for so long and she was determined to make the most of her time and spend every second enjoying herself. So what if she was wearing herself down? She was having a damn good time.
She dragged herself from her bed and into the bathroom, flicking the nozzle to the shower on. She smelled like beer and sex and clubbing, a smell which, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seem to remove from her skin. Not that she minded. It was familiar and as strange as it may seem, comforting.
She shed her clothes and stepped into the shower, allowing the water to cascade down her back and over her body, soothing and washing the exhaustion away. She tried to clear her throbbing head which banged and screamed for her to stay in tonight and spend a quiet evening alone. She’d have to take some Advil and shut that fucker up and when she was done with her shower.
“I’d better hurry,” she thought, as she poured a generous blob of shampoo into her hand and worked in through her flaming hair. “I don’t want to miss all the fun."
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steal you die. header and subheader quotes from project runway and rene fris.
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[/font]and the winner is... of white pages made this not you
steal you die. header and subheader quotes from project runway and rene fris.
no redistribution without credit or a link posted in the correct thread
at the above website. do not change anything