Little Ole Me

Now a brief introduction to myself. I'm 31. I was born in the summer of 1980 to Marg & Barry. I have one older brother who is 40 in December, he is partially responsible for some of my more questionable music tastes as the sound would drift down the hallway and under the crack of my bedroom door. Whitesnake mingled in with The Smiths, Sex Pistols, The Police followed by Bon Jovi, no wondered I ended up with such schizophrenic music tastes I was slowly being brainwashed as a child while I slept. 

My first single I ever bought was Who's That Girl by Madonna. At seven, I think that was a pretty good choice. By the end of the eighties I hit high school and the world of rock music  and rebellion was introduced to me. I said goodbye to my Barbies and Michael Jackson (no joke intended! Bad was one of my first favorite albums) and hello to Guns 'n Roses, Pearl Jam, Aerosmith, REM & Husker Du. I started to spend longer and longer in my room as I tried to wait out puberty. 

I started smoking and drinking and cursing. I hung around street corners at night with my friends and removed rear view mirrors & radio aerials off of parked cars with sporting equipment for fun. I watched late night horror movies and frightened myself so much I couldn't sleep. I grew my hair long and wore the same old boots for most of high school. I would go days without speaking, locked inside my own head convinced the world didn't understand me. I watched far too much television. I dreamt about being in a band and took up learning the guitar but dropped out of music class when I realised it required hard work. I really found my niche in Art and I never skipped a single class. I loved painting, I still do. The posters on my walls of unicorns and rainbows were replace by posters of bands and half naked heartthrobs. I discovered the real reason god put boys on the planet and I was reborn. 

House party after house party, beer and stupidity ensued. I discovered weed. I discovered The Doors (really i think them 2 discoveries came hand-in-hand). I had no idea what I wanted to be when I grew up, and now I am grown up, I still don't know. I continued to have fun until the clock struck 12 in 1999. Now life is very boring and quite serious, sometimes when I'm sat at my computer at work drawing something up to sell someone something, I like to think back to those beautiful times when all I had to worry about was my breast size and smile. I have no regrets about how my life is turning out (I am also quite happy with my current breast size), things are actually pretty good and I'm sure there are plenty of crazy days ahead, but if someone asked me if i'd like to give my young adulthood another go. I'd say HELL YES in a second! 

Peace & Love

Holly

xox