First off...why are people taking MySpace so fucking seriously? The cheating via MySpace is OUT OF CONTROL! MySpace has given weak people a way to flirt behind the digital curtian of touched up photos, fake bios and it shields them from the chance of direct rejection. Temptation is a hard thing to fight, but fuck people, fight it. As humans, we are NEVER satisfied..EVER, so stop thinking that what you have just isn't enough and feed what you have. We aren't cars that you trade in and use to upgrade.Second, STOP adding ANYONE who will request you as a friend! That says SO much about who you are! It seems desperate. Scroll down for more ----------------------->
And now the TRUTH about me:
I'm an artist...and HATE liars...music and art are my life! LOVE the finer things in life and get them...wanna ride??My Likes:
I like the smell of blooming flowers on the cliffside in Malibu, I like the smog layer from the top of Hollywood Hills. I like fine foods and the fastest of drive thrus...I like white pickette fences and grey concrete buildings. Water and Blood, Cars and Jets, Angels and devils. I like beer and Dom... the tiny flaws and the most perfectness...To make love and fuck hard as nails. soft and hard, black and white....get it? Oh, and I LOVE kids!!!!!!!My Dislikes:
Liars, Liars, Liars and Cheats.To my little Sister Kelly; RIP Sis, I miss you so much little sister...I think about you everyday of my life...and I hope that you are still thinking of me. I love you Sis!
(People, don't fucking drink and drive...innocent people die and families are destroyed)After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soulAnd you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't always mean security.And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promisesAnd you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead with the grace of a man not the grief of a childAnd you learn to build all roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plansAnd futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.After a while you learn that even sunshine burns when you get too much,so you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.And you learn that you really can endure,that you really are strongAnd you really do have worth and you learn with every goodbye you learn.The following may sound corny right now, but TRUST me..this is REAL...it was sent to me from someone I love very, very much. trust this:Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you
imagine. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing everyday that scares you Sing Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours. Floss Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes
you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with
yourself. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you
succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. Stretch Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your
life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they
wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe
you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky
chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t
congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever
own.. Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for
good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you
should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live
in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will
philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one
might run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will
look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth.....
