...What I crave...
Big Glasses,
before other b * tches started copying me.
Fashion.
Makeup.
Myself.
Geishas.
A man that gives a shit.
Skulls.
Music so laud that it disturbs the peace.
Guns.
Even though i don't own one.
Consider yourself greatful :)
Expensive things.
Piercings.
Juice heads.
And bags so big that I can never find my F..c uking lip gloss.
Boys.
Girls.
Boots with furr.
Oh,
and pasta,
eldante,
with oil.
I know. I'm f c uked up.
But you bitches wouldn't have me anyyy other way :)
Just remember...
My children :)
No one. I don't need to search for love, sex, more slaves online.
My Daddy rocKs.
What?
Jealous because you do not knoW who your daddY is?
I'm not a drug addict .
I just know how to have fun.
I tend to drink A LOT.
Curse A LOT.
Shop A LOT.
Work A LOT.
Stay at home A LOT...
but at the same time still party,
A LOT.
And im unbalanced,
i wouldn't have it any other way.
Issue?
Use acid as a lubrication and rub one off with a razor blade.
Oh, and as far as that little " L " word...
i don't believe in that sh * t.
I belive in compromising and sacrificing.
Though, i wouldn't mind finding someone who can pull my hair back
set my heart on fire
then take my ashes and turn them into diamonds
You're an Expert Kisser
You're a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantity
You've perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone's socks off
And you're adaptable, giving each partner what they crave
When it comes down to it, your kisses send shivers.
I was born alone. I walk alone. And I'll die alone, period.
And i wouldn't have it any other way.
Those who want me in their life...are in it :)
I crave the best out of life and I crave a f c uking riot.
From my company….to my clothes.
Every thing I walk on is a catwalk.
Every day is a goddamn fashion show.
And I live every moment as if it’s my last.
Try to take that away from me…
You might as well have your wrists kiss a sharp object and drown in a tub.
P.S
Remember, long ways, not accross :)
People hate me…
Even though, I don’t hate them.
I have better things to do with my energy…
Like buy shoes or something.
But don’t get me wrong,
If a particular bitch or two died from cervical cancer tomorrow,
the last thing I would need is a tissue.
Over all…
You hate me…it’s a compliment.
Don’t judge me for what I have,
And I won’t judge you for what you lack.
Everything I have has been earned one way or another.
We choose the life we have, and what we possess in it,
From our driveways…to our closets.
If your family decided not to work…
Work harder.
Don’t hate me because mine worked hard enough…
...BTW...
don't bother calling me a ...
i've been called worst things :)
There are very few who I keep in my immediate circle
And even fewer in my intimate circle.
If you’re lucky enough to be in one of them,
Consider yourself closer to god.
That’s all you deserve to know as of now…the rest, I’ll decide.
P.S
Aren't you happy that mY mommy didn't abo r t me?
Teehee.
You are now marked on my visitor's map biatc h es!
The base has to be impossible.
If my ears aren't bleeding,
then it's not going to give me the erge to cause a scene.
The ones that i'm in.
But besides that,
Horror movies.
Guts.
Gore.
Anything that makes me shiver.
Look at it this way.
If you're a boy,
and fortunate enough to watch one with me,
it can gives us a stupid reason to cuddle.
Awwwe!
:fake tear drop:
Life has trained me to bite bullets.
re-runs.
Yeah. I read those things. Mine will be comming out shortly.
Men are useless.
So b*tch slap'em.
You're looking at her.
No one has ever saved my life.