Sweetness I was just joking when I said I'd like to smash every tooth in your head.

I'm Rachel.

1. Me: 24, single, Azerbaijani Jew from the two-one-five. Blunt. Honest. Sarcastic. Incredibly awkward. Re-evaluating God, but completely anti-religion. Accident-prone. Somewhat oblivious. Bakes amazing cookies. Uses big words when drunk. In a band. And this one too. Doesn't give a shit. You shouldn't either.

2. Interests: meeting new people, lurking and reading diary entries (so if your tracker says that i've been there 5 million times thats probably why), being crude, crazy jewelry/plugs that i can't fit in my ears yet, sweet kicks, knitting, awful sports/action movies, stand-up, the pot, women's reproductive rights, my fam, my friends, playing music, singing, irrational allegiance to philadelphia teams that will never win, debating over insignificant topics for fun, having crushes, being ridiculous.

3. Music: hip-hop/beat science (any MF Doom production, Cecil Otter, Sims, A Tribe Called Quest, Aesop Rock, Roebus One, GDP, Shape, Hieroglyphics, OLD Murs, OLD Atmosphere, Mass Influence, RJD2, DJ Shadow, Alchemist, UNKLE, Blackalicious, Common, Mike Mictlan, People Under the Stairs, WHY?), hardcore (BRACEWAR, Ceremony, Trash Talk, Rotting Out, Mother of Mercy, Let Down, Wrong Answer, War Pigs, Bad Brains, Cro-mags, Blacklisted, Mongoloids), Indie/Screamo/Post-___/Misc. whatever (OLD Death Cab For Cutie, Slingshot Dakota, Into it. Over it., Algernon Cadwallader, Daughters, Band of Horses, Cursive, Fugazi, Japandi, Explosions in the Sky, Good Luck, La Dispute, Hot Water Music, The Smiths/Morrissey, The Mountain Goats, Portishead, Pygmy Lush, Yaphet Kotto, 1994!, Best Friends), Soul (Al Green, Bill Withers, STEVIE WONDER, Dee Edwards, Barry White, Sam Cooke, Erykah Badu, D'Angelo)

4. Piercings:
14g septum
00g lobes (my goal is 1/2")
2 dermal anchors on my chest

Retired piercings:
14g labret
12g nipples

5. Ink:
Star, sternum. (cindy at no ka oi)
kosher symbol on my bum (carla at no ka oi)
"jewface" on the inside of my lip (rich at mercury tattoo)
rose on my back (eddie kes at raw power)
anchor on my left calf (chello at raw power)

Planned Ink:
here's some ideas i've been thinking about:
mf doom mask
tribe called quest themed old school tattoo with a q-tip and a flute (aka a fife. get it?)
sunflower shoulder caps
bernini's medusa
one more jew tattoo to complete the trifecta.
sheep with balls of yarn for wool (from a threadless tee... i got permission from the artist :) )
the statue of william penn from the top of independence hall, wearing a flyers jersey, above my knee so it looks like he's standing on it.)
stomach rocker that says "rub me" (i prob wont get it but it still makes me giggle when i think about it.)
a matryoshka doll with a hamsa on her belly... that could be a half sleeve or a really pretty thigh or rib piece.
knuckles that say "EPIC CAKE" (i'll never get them. but i'll dream of them.)

6. Scarification:
rose on my left thigh by john joyce.

I think you should buy me presents.

it's been cold and rainy. i guess that's pretty much it.

especially when they get defensive and angry when you try to explain to them that they make you FEEL shitty.

got out of work, no one to drive me because of this septa bullshit.

i didnt have enough money to get a cab out of the city, so i decided to walk about 2 miles to columbus blvd and get a cab from there to minimize cost. i get there only to find that no cabs will stop for me. so i figure, i'll keep walking till i one stops. walked all the way from walnut to spring garden with no luck, then up spring garden. also note that i'm wearing a tank top with a cardigan and a scarf. and that's it. cold. as. shit. oh and i haven't slept in 2 days. anyway. i'm going to say that my whole trip was 3.5-4 miles. finally i find a cab, but he says that he wont take me to my house, which should only be like $5-6 (but another 3 miles i DID NOT want to walk), unless i pay him $15. mother. fucker. these cab drivers have gotten bold with this strike. i haggle him down to $10 by almost crying because i was so frustrated with the whole ordeal.

get to a block away from my house when a mentally unstable homeless dude opens my door while we're at a traffic light and tries to get in. finally get to my house hoping that someone is home b/c i'm about to freak out and i need someone to calm me down. no one is home. walk in. freak out. get into a fight over the phone with my roommate when i try to call for support.

thank god my other roommate called to see if i still needed a ride or if i got home ok b/c all she had to say was, "at least you're ok. what do you want to eat?" hahahahaha fat kids forever. she came home with taco bell and we watched 30 rock, the league, and always sunny. i'm happy it all ended well but now it's like 11 and i am more tired than i've been in a really long time. pass out.