Party Monster.
Moulin Rouge.
Cannibal! The Musical.
Lord of the Rings (trilogy).
Dodgeball.
Frailty.
Anchorman.
Kamikaze Girls.
Constantine.
Rocky Horror Picture Show.
Advent Children.
Hedwig And The Angry Inch.
Eternal Sunshine Of A Spotless Mind.
White Chicks.
Memento.
Donnie Darko.
Neon Genesis Evangelion: Death&Rebirth.
Anything by M. Night Shyamalan.
MUSIC
BAD LUCK.
DETHKLOK.
Tool.
Placebo.
Interpol.
AFI.
Muse.
Ayabie.
12012.
D'espairsRay.
Hunter Revenge.
Dir en Grey.
American Bands and/or Artists:
Psyclon Nine.
Die Sektor.
Smashing Pumpkins.
Incubus.
Cake.
Blind Melon.
Marilyn Manson.
Bon Jovi.
MSI.
She Wants Revenge.
Candlebox.
Ludacris.
Bush.
Spitalfield.
Foo Fighters.
Hellogoodbye.
Deadsy.
A Perfect Circle.
Jay-Z.
Billy Corgan.
Red Hot Chili Peppers.
Britney Spears.
Ringside.
Velvet Acid Christ.
Bright Eyes.
Justin Timberlake.
Hole.
Nirvana.
Hurt.
Coheed and Cambria.
Bell&Sebastian.
Third Eye Blind.
Brand New.
Foreign Bands and/or Artists:
David Bowie.
The Smiths.
The Cure.
Morrissey.
Psycho le Cemu.
Malice Mizer.
Kagerou.
AnCafe.
La'Mule.
Garbage.
Panic Channel.
Cradle Of Filth.
ScReW.
Ayumi Hamasaki.
The Cure.
Ill Nino.
Glay.
Spice Girls.
The Darkness.
In Strict Confidence.
The Beatles.
Miyavi.
BoA.
Phantasmagoria.
Moi Dix Mois.
Pierrot.
X Japan.
Gazette.
The Candy Spooky Theater.
Kagrra,.
Gackt.
Hyde.
TM Revolution.
Teriyaki Boyz.
BOOKS
Novels:
Uglies; Pretties; Specials
Boy Meets Boy
Wide Awake
The Realm of Possibility
Are We There Yet?
P.S. I Love You
Disco Bloodbath
Rainbow Boys; Rainbow High; Rainbow Road
Reality Chick
Hard Love
Prey
Anthem
Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging (and the rest of the series.)
Sloppy Firsts
Candy
Hi. My name is Nikki. I am not skinny and white. Sorry.
I am pretty Japfaggy and I make a lot of historical references that no one really gets anyway.
My life is filled with "things that seemed like a VERY GOOD idea at the time, but turned out to be stupid in retrospect." Like when I wrote a creepy note to some kid I thought was cute on my Model Congress journal page. Or when I climbed through the kitchen window and gained 13+ bruises.
I'm kind of nice. I talk to anyone who will engage in conversation with me-- which is probably a bad thing on their part.
I don't like people telling me what to do and when to do it, which is why I can't get a job-- in addition to me having pink hair and a lip ring, I guess.
My fashion sense is like that of a blind six-year-old.
I have very few talents. I can rotoscope pictures of Will Ferrel and unwrap a Starburst with my tongue.
Im good what about you?