Upon experiencing certain events in my life, I can only thank the universe. Getting through it all, and still standing, has only fueled my desire to claw my way through even more tunnels and come out the other side.

For nearly 7 years of my life, I fought a horrible, self-destructive addiction.

In honour of it's own self-destruction, I have a tattoo, and it’s a military symbol you would usually see on a Sergeant.



I will never, ever regret getting this piece, for it stands for the soldier I feel I am at this point in my life.

It stands for strength, and symbollically shows how I’ve come to receive my badge, and how I wear it proudly.

I was born on the 8th day in January of the 88th year. Eight, if flipped around, is the infinite symbol, which means ever-lasting. Eight has and will always be my favourite number. Nearly everything I have come in contact with, that has something to do with the number ‘8’, is somehow connected and symbolic to me. The number of letters in my first and last name. It’s a sign of eternal me.

I am an ever-changing animal-lover, music-whore, and artist, completely obsessed with beach-life, weather, insects, the concept of living underground, and swine.

I'm also a body-modification enthusiast and am clad in multiple tattoos, and piercings.

I currently have:
-16g nostril
-1" lobes
-16g lobes x4
-14g side labrets x2
-12g nipples x2
-14g navel
-14g septum
-14g cheek x2

retired:
-16g ear-cartiledge

I can’t sit still and not change something about myself. Maybe it’s the constant struggle of dealing with my self-hatred, but I digress: Never, ever, ever get used to me. I change more than you change your underwear. Embrace it, and embrace me.

Live and love life.



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