SuicideGirls.
Boys.
Girls.
Eyeliner.
Sun Bathing.
Driving.
Grenades.
Modelling.
Freckles.
Stitch.
Ecstasy.
Music.
Tattoos.
Music.
Lipstick.
Perfume.
Pumps.
Swimming.
Cars.
Black.
Boobies.
Chocolate.
Sex.
Doodling.
Singing.
Bitching.
Red.
Piercings.
Live Music.
Letters.
Lambrini.
Dancing.
Photography.
Make Up.
Hair.
Fisticuffs.
Handbags.
Cooking.
Memories.
Horror.
Doing Nothing.
Baking.
Skulls.
Kryptonite.
Pouting.
Shoes.
My iPod.
Giggles.
The Cinema.
Porn.
Hairclips.
Hoodies.
Trash.
Shopping.
Lollipops.
Spooning.
Lapdances.
Glamour.
CD's.
Polkadots.
Being Young.
Playing Pool.
Dressing Up.
My Niece.
Pin Ups.
Holidays.
Flirting.
Chubbsicles.
Your Mum.
Anyone! Especially other SuicideGirls!
In my experience, guys are tossers, but I'll give you a chance to prove me wrong if you want it.
I like my men to be real men. None of this pussy shit. None of this poser nonsense. None of this skinniness either. Stop taking pictures of yourself and start paying attention to life. MySpace is NOT the be all and end all.
Hmm... Someone looks a bit good recently.
I will list...
Soon.
Electronica.
Pop.
Hardcore.
Lilo and Stitch.
True Romance.
Old School.
Dirty Dancing.
Wedding Crashers.
The Lost Boys.
High Fidelity.
Blade Trinity.
Anchorman.
Green Street.
Football Factory.
My Mum. End of.