Spoil me
Sometimes i leave myself logged in while i'm not at the computer...so if it looks like i've been online for 6 or so hours, it's usually because i'm not here. I'm not sad enough to stay on MySpace all day, but i'm sad enough to leave myself logged in (Usually by accident, in my defence)
MSN: [email protected]
AIM: slitwristbarbiex
Please leave me presents
Aimee
Born on 17th June 1987, making me 21 years old, mentally still 10.
I live in Dover, Kent, England.
I have a 19 month old son.
As of November 2007, i was diagnosed with epilepsy.
You can thank me for the add if you like, i won't tear your head off.
I usually wait for people on here to talk to me, because some people are whiney arseholes. It's the way of MySpace apparently.
I post a lot of random bulletins on some days more than others, so if you don't like it, delete me/don't add me.
I've got a godawful memory, so if i forget to reply to a message, comment or picture comment, it's not because i'm ignorant or up my own arse etc, it's because i'm dumb lol (Or drunk).
On that note, i'm usually drunk for about 50% of the week lol. I've stopped drinking...for now. It's made me ill lol. I take that back, i'm officially drinking again. I stopped for all of 2 weeks lol.
And on THAT note, i say "lol" by habit far too much.
I've got expensive taste for some things...but usually just the simplest things can make me happy. Like steak.
Oh by the way, here's my Amazon wishlist
I can be a complete fucking bitch if you get on the wrong side of me, and i'd say i'm pretty good at arguing. That doesn't mean i ENJOY arguing though. And if you try to start Internets drama with me, i'll most likely ignore it anyway.
I get jealous and paranoid very easily. I honestly don't mean to. But on the upside, it's a sign of caring for someone a lot...right? I guess i just get protective over people i care about.
Recently i've discovered i have a problem with pushing people away. Again, i don't mean to - it's usually because of the above reason.
I'm far too forgiving.
I'm a bit too nice sometimes.
Actually, i'm just a walkover.
How doth the little Myspacer,
Pray for tons of friends,
With hopes of lovers in her mind,
And other racey ends!
How cheerfully she types all night,
Her heart’s one true desire,
Adding and commenting,
To all that so aspire.
How doth the winsome Myspace queen,
Does airbrush all her pics,
And say that she is number one,
Though her friends are all just pricks.
www.yourstar.tk