Corduroy Jenkins

Crazy...that's a bit of an understatement. I'll extend a hand when I can, but that doesn't mean you can go in my pocket when I'm not looking...you're liable to lose a limb. I talk more sh!t than a little bit, which tends to get me in alot of trouble. It is...what it is. When I'm in the mood, I can be nice enough. Unfortunately, people generally tend to get on my nerves. Instead of cursing them out, I'll just walk away while they're in the middle of a sentence. This helps to maintain a peaceful environment. I'm kidding...not really. Despite my faults, I'm actually quite pleasant. Hell, I'm goddamn charming. Nuff said. AND I love, love, love, (did I say love) to laugh. If you can accomplish this feat, I'll be your bosom buddy for life. Hmmm... Let's see, I like: butterflies, people who understand "commonsense" is very uncommon, shooting craps in dark corners, keeping photographs in shoeboxes, men who wear leather jackets in the summer, the smell of water on hot asphalt, cool breezes on a hot day, dimpled butts in spandex, being kissed lightly on my neck, wondering what my life would have been like had I ran off with the circus, going to flea markets, finding vintage records, diamond trimmed grillz, the look on a child's face when she's learned something new, sending and receiving letters in the mail, the smell of matches after they've been struck, 4-5-6, strawberry cheesecake from Nation's *MMmmmmm Nation's*, men who ask their barber for the "Bruce Lee" cut, living out of a suticase, and sitting in the park just listening to the wind. :p I once dreamt of being an infamous cab driving Mafia hit woman, with her own casino on the Las Vegas strip. But alas, my dreams were shot down by reality. Bah, humbug!