Heatherbelle was once the leader of an army of Sour Patch Kids and they marched across lands on their Swedish Fish, conquering them with their Pixy Styx Cannons, Gobstoppers of Doom, and Atomic Nerds.
One fateful day, after the wars were over and the villages surrendered, Heatherbelle took a stroll down a Jolly Rancher brick road, and as any coordinately challenged person would do, tripped on a crack, and fell.
The once great leader lost her memory and dreams of haunted euphoric lullabies. She was never the same again.
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Current Residence: +island of misfit toys+
Favourite genre of music: +Rock+Industrial+Metal+
MP3 player of choice: +Zune+
Shell of choice: +Your Skull+
Wallpaper of choice: +Bloodstained+
Skin of choice: +Stitched Up+
Favourite cartoon character: +Sally+Jack+Alice+Cheshire Cat+Gir+
Personal Quote: +I have three toes in a jar and the fingers are in the fridge+