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About Me

.I'm.poor.white.trash.no.glitter.no.glamour.
.But.I'm.not.ashamed.of.anything.MSG ADD.
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I'm Jade...Twiggy...Russel...Jeeb...Jeebus...KeeKee? depends who you talk to
People tend to pre-judge me, and end up getting me completely wrong. So before you walk past the rambling drunken'goff' in the street with fags hanging oot her mouth and some bottle in her hand , take a wee minute to sit and talk to me. The people that do, know theres more to me than pink hair, metal and make-up. I like meeting new folk, but living where i do, theres never many new people to meet, but thats awrite, cause the people that are here in Sunny buckhaven are pretty decent. I've got ambition and i'm hopefully gonni go where i want to go. If i get there , you'll probably be asking for my autograph, and if i don't well, i'll see ye on a tuesday getting my doll. I love wrestling. I always wanted to be a wrestlers , but im a lazy cunt so I enjoy watching it instead, WWE because it is the daddy, and its not fake...It's entertainment. You'd be a brave person to argue about wrestling with me, but i'd love it really. I can't be bothered with people who seek attention, everybody's had there fair bit of shit through life, but suck it up and move on. Or you're going to waste what little life you have.
Lifes To Short..Live For The Moment And Never Take Anything for Granted. 13.03.07
If you want to know anything else y'know where all the buttons are or add me : [email protected] :).
And if you know me...you already know the rest.
Catchy. xow.
THESE DAYS BELONG TO US.

My Interests

I work in a saloon, pulling shit pints for shit wages. It's a busy night tonight and the bar is full of all the guys I've ever shagged, or tampered with, or kissed, or even just fancied. A pub full of conquests, knockbacks. Between the laughter I can hear my name and then, Tthrough the gap between the swing doors and floor, I see your feet. You push open the doors and walk in and as always all heads turn. And the room becomes silent, except for the sound of your DM's scuffing on the floor. You stroll through the jealous gazes straight to the bar, smile, and ask me for some exotic cocktail but I don't know how to make it. So you just shrug, smile again, turn around and leave. I pull another pint

I'd like to meet:

Music:

Nothing separates the generations more than music. By the time a child is eight or nine, he has developed a passion for his own music that is even stronger than his passions for procrastination and weird clothes