You know that crazy lady that lives at the end of your street that only ever talks to stray cats? Yeah... that's me.
No...seriously.
If you randomly add me and I don't know you, talk to me. If you say something interesting, then I'll talk back. If you don't talk, you'll be deleted. Simple. Saying that, if you do talk and I think you are a fool, I'll delete you. I'm picky like that.
Please don't add me if your band is shit. This will be the vast majority of you. In fact, I'll add you if I like you. All else will be left to rot in my 'requested' list.
Please don't add me because you're a Myspace whore. I will not bump up the number of 'friends' that you have unless it's for one of the following reasons:
- I ACTUALLY know you
- You are in a band that I like
- You offer me something that I might want
[I am open to bribes]
All others will be left to rot in my 'requested' list.
Please don't add me if you insist on sending a gajillion pointless bulletins asking me to rate your shitty pictures. Because I won't. I'll just hunt you down and stick hot needles in your eyes.
So, a bit about me, huh? I'm Lucy. I have many nicknames. Most are not the sort of thing you can repeat in polite conversation. The ones that are more socially acceptable are Cinders, Chung Lu and Boss. You may call me by these names.
Ben has recently taken to calling me Boggle. I have no idea why. You may not call me by this name.
I live with my best friends, Duncan and Ben, somewhere in the midst of Halesowen. Well, I say Halesowen, it's more like Quarry Bank really. It's just the postcode that says otherwise. I want to live in a huge house where I can have my own wing. No, a tower. A tower would be great. That way I don't have to listen to Ben talking about wrasslin or Power Rangers [in ANY form]. Yeah. That'd be nice.
Maybe someone should tell Ben he's 24?
Ben is my best friend in the whole wide world. I would take a bullet for him. Well, if they were rubber bullets maybe. He is ace. I don't know where I'd be without him. Sometimes he annoys the bejeebus out of me. He is one of the few people that actually knows how to push my buttons, and probably the only person who can get away with it for the most part. He is a model. No, really. He thinks he's God's gift. Stupid girls throw themselves at his feet. I dislike them. He needs a feisty girl that doesn't buy into his bravado, not some dumb bimbo that twirls her hair and giggles at him. I hope he finds her. He deserves to be happy.
I think I have a boyfriend. I'm not entirely sure. I never see him anymore. He's always busy. But I admire him. He's chasing his dreams so I can't complain. But I will if he doesn't employ me. Soon.I don't really understand why he puts up with me. I know if I went out with me, I'd have killed me by now. He deserves a medal. Actually, he has the knack of pissing me off royally too, so fuck his medal. Let's call it evens.
It's my job to make people want to buy things that they don't really need. Sometimes I have a crisis of conscience, but the pay is good so I get over it pretty quickly.
I would love to have Bettie Page hair. Unfortunately, I closely resemble an Oompa Loompa. I'm not orange but I do have green hair.
I am in love with Dallas Green. He has the most wonderful voice. Fact.
I hate Christmas. Really hate it. And I hate it when people ask me what I want for Christmas. Show some imagination, for crying out loud. Do you know me at all?! If you did, you wouldn't have to ask what I want!
But for those who are stuck, I'd like Jared Padalecki wearing nothing but a red ribbon please. Heck, throw in Jensen Ackles if you have to.
NOTE: Santa must hate me. I didn't get Jared OR Jensen. Pfft. As if it was a lot to ask for?! This meant that I had to endure the festivities practically alone. I found that over filling myself with 'Christmas spirit' helped me through.
I'll try to be a good girl this year.
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