Hey Bitches! It's me Billy (of course). AKA Paris, AKA Mary Jane (only to my crew at F.U.E.L.) If you don't genuinely want to get to know me, don't fucking request me. I love clothes, Kate Moss, Editorial Spreads, and a drink in my hand. I love to toss back drinks and spend all night at the dance-a-teria. I've only ever been in love with myself. I dislike most people I meet. The ones I do like, I love. I'm shy by nature and extroverted under the infuence. I love fashion and would have children only so I could trade them in for shoes or turned into one of kind purses. I love coffee, raspberry rum, and have a severe weakness for fragrance. I love shoes and make-up(not do i look pretty? make-up, I mean high-fashion yellow lips, blue eye-shadow as blush, party monster-scare-your-grandma- John Galiano for Dior make-up). I have more knife wounds in my back than I like to admit, but I still like to think that most people are nice. I'll always accept an apology, but you have a better chance of getting hit by a car than receiving my forgiveness. I love loud music. I appreciate individual style. I like genuine personality. I hate fakes, liars, and people who think they are better than me because they can afford shit I can't. I like stimulating conversations. I hate mean girls. I can always smell a lie. Don't lie to kick it, I already like you. I was born trash, and I'll die trash, and not a cockdam fucking thing I do will change that. I'm not as dumb as people think. I'm more afraid of overexposing myself emotionally than I am physically. I would do anything to help a friend, I will bitch and moan the entire time, but I'll do it. Music is the soundtrack of my life. I love dorks. I love shit so lame it's cool. I find human nature fascinating. I find good vocabulary attractive. If you don't want to know the truth about something don't ask me. I love to wear tiaras. I hate creating new styles and then seeing them the following week on someone who is uglier and less faboulous than me. I would rather drink a beer than be best friend of the year, which is a term I've overused. I may dance like a ho, dress like a ho, walk, talk, and drink like a ho, but I've never given it up, I'm saving myself for rape. I've been told i have a drinking problem (LMFAO), by people who use drugs none-the-less. Worry about yourself, if you need something to care about get a puppy. My style is Glam-Rock-Ghetto-L.A.-Club-Trash-Chic. (that's pronounced "sheeeeek" not "chick" retard). I love winter. I love my dog. I love F.U.E.L. If you've looked at my profile more than three times without requesting me, you're fucking pathetic.
I don't want us to have a fight,
But in the background I can hear you chatting shit,
I hear it every night.
And you think you're being really cool,
You've been doing it since we were both at school,
Now who looks like a fool.
You're no friend of mine girl
And I've known it for a while girl,
You're just a waste of time girl
Why don't you have another line girl.
Tell me what did you expect?
Have you got no self respect?
Reputation to protect?
Soon you'll be a nervous wreck.
What happened to the good old days?
I was kinda hoping this was all a stupid phase
Who are you anyway?
I know you've heard this all before
I know some people who are calling you a whore
Don't know you anymore
You're no friend of mine girl
And I've known it for a while girl,
You're just a waste of time girl
Why don't you have another line girl.
Tell me what did you expect?
Have you got no self respect?
Reputation to protect?
Soon you'll be a nervous wreck.
