WHAT HELLONHEELZ IS DOING
~I'd call you a tool, but even THEY serve a purpose~
My Coven for which I am the proud Coven Mistress on my profile MalumInSe.
We are always happy to accept VR crazies and troglodytes!
"I'm hell on heels
Say what you will
I done made the devil a deal
He made me pretty
He made me smart
And I'm gonna break me a million hearts
I'm hell on heels
Baby, I'm coming for you"
Welcome to my fun profile here in the land of Vampire Rave. This is not my only profile on VR, so if you want to know more about me, tough bitches. I decided to make this profile enjoyable and not fill it with a bunch of boring crap about me and what movies I like. Who really cares?
As you can tell, I love shoes, especially high heels and I have often been referred to as "hell on heels."
I am a bona fide child of the 80's and I can unequivocally state that Girls Just Wanna Have Fun! Yes, I donned my legwarmers over my jeans and my three pairs of socks, to match ALL the colors of my outfit. I did not know what size shoe I actually wore until the early 1990's. Keds were also my shoe of choice in the 80's and my friends and I would often spend a balmy Pittsburgh or Cleveland 50 degree spring afternoon on my parents' back patio at the picnic table tye-dying or RIT dying our Keds to match our latest mall purchased outfits as our parents would cringe.
I danced in my neon Jordache sweatshirt with the neck and cuffs cut off to Flashdance and yes, we all spent a little too much time Dancing With Ourselves. I wore my jelly shoes, jelly bracelets and swatch watches with the little rubber guards, interwoven to match the colors of the many pairs of socks I wore. Except for worries about the Cold War, times were simpler then. From Michael Jackson's squeals, Prince's assless yellow pants, the Breakfast Club and Madonna's cone bra, the 1980's left many of us wondering about what Could've Been.
So, if like you are like totally with me, in remembering the totally righteous and tubular decade of the 80's... or if, like, you totally owned a banana clip, Rubik's cube or a scented Strawberry Shortcake doll... or if you have (like totally) ever gagged anyone with a spoon, wore a side pony or drank a Tab cola, then maybe you, too, have been Dancing on the Ceiling.
A word about my rating policy before you are off like a prom dress *ba-dum-tshh*. My policy is simple and as upfront as I am. I generally rate most profiles a ten. If you get less than a ten from me, then either you have made it your full time job to be an asshole or I have made a mistake. If you would like to know which, feel free to send me a message, but be prepared for the reply. Also, please do not litter my inbox with messages like "hi" or "hello." While I am fully aware that these statements constitute a full thought for many people, I am here to engage in interesting and thoughtful conversation. I am not here to be a conversation hostess and pull things out of you. If I find our conversation painful, I will end it.
*Please note that I was dreaming when I wrote this, so forgive me if it goes astray.*
|Member Since: ||Oct 15, 2012
|Last Login: ||Dec 29, 2020|
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