Been here before. I don't want to ramble on about myself, because a select few of you will read this. So I will give the basic facts. Here goes: I am not here to be judged by you insignificant little fucks who call themselves "emo" or "scene" because anyone who has enough intelligence can look past your little show. Love, in my opinion, sees no race or gender. Therefore, I look past the colour of your skin and I look past your gender. I'm five foot four and curvy. I'm twenty years old. Three. Fourteen. Nineteen Ninety. Pisces. I have a wonderful boyfriend. I consider myself as "Artistic". Some say I'm "Alternative". I agree with that as well. I smoke cigarettes. I drink beer. And I occasionally drink liquor. I smoke pot occasionally. Don't judge me. I don't smoke it for the high, I smoke it for the pain. I love Disney movies. Beauty and the Beast is my favorite. I'm passionate about England, I vow to learn about it as much as possible. My loves are reading, writing, drawing and dancing. They keep me sane. I want to be an actress. I fall for people too easily, it's my biggest flaw. My heart is just too fucking big. I grew up with little to no friends. I kept to myself. I do my most thinking in the shower/bubble bath. I hate feet, but love my own. I have three OCD's. Don't know the meaning of that? Google it, bitch. I have Endometriosis. Don't know what that is? Fucking Google it. I'm sweet, but if you push me enough, I will break. I'm obsessed with Guitar Hero, tho I can only play on medium. Men in white V-neck tee shirts drive me insane. Joan Jett is the sexiest woman alive, John Travolta is the sexiest man alive. My favorite song is Crimson and Clover by Joan Jett and The Blackhearts. The only song I can actually sing well is 'You're Beautiful' by James Blunt. I still watch cartoons and colour in coloring books. Don't fucking judge me. I sing like nobody's listening and dance like nobody's watching. I'm completely random. I make bird noises in the middle of a mall. Loud enough for anyone around me to hear. I'll finish this another time.....
David. Alexander. Shoup. 23. The boyfriend. A fucking wonderful man. The Korbin to my Leeloo. (If you've seen The Fifth Element, you'd totally understand.) This man is just simply amazing. I don't know what I'd do without him. He makes me laugh. He turns my world upside right. I call him just to hear his voice. Boys, don't think because I leave you nice comments you can replace him, because you're just fucking delusional if you think you can. I love you Puppy! Oh, and girls,
BACK THE FUCK OFF!
He's mine and mine alone. Think he will leave me for you?? You're just fucking delusional then, aren't you?? Silly little girls.....
Chase. Hunter. McQueen. 20.
This guy is fucking amazing in EVERY way possible. The BEST guy I've ever befriended. Like, forrealz. The milk to my cereal. (I know what the fuck I'm talking about. You don't know me, STFU or GTFO) Words couldn't possibly describe what this man means to me. When we talk, nothing else matters. This man is incredible. I don't think he could get any better than he already is. I love you Chaseybear! Oh, and girls...
BACK THE FUCK OFF!
He's my friend, NOT yours. Think he'll be yours?? You can just check yo'self. BITCH! Verbal Visual
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