My Life =
Cash Facts ©
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Erm, Cash...?
My name is Laura Cashin-Kane.
Call me Cash or Cashin. Feel free to conotate. Everyone does.
As simple as I may seem the life I lead if full to the brim of complication.
I hate it when people give their total life story in this little space and share information that the public need not here, my "About Me" is a short accumilation of random I think about.
Three M's make my world go round:
Money
Music
&
MATES
Without this shit I wouldn’t be able to live.
I’m Southern. I may not sound it at times but I was born there and enjoyed some of the best years of my life there. Don’t insult me by calling me "Southern scum". I’d rather be so than a "Northern twat".
I live in a pile of wank mini-town full of chavs, skags, bitches and druggies. I can't wait to move out in August.
I swear an awful lot. I couldn’t give a fuck if you think it’s common.
I wouldn't even bother trying to beat me in a battle of wit/insults - I am the ruler of all things crass and learn new things to include practically everyday. Challenge me. I DARE YOU.
I genuinely don't like my life at the moment. If you feel as though you could help a nigger out, please, do so.
Drinking is a past-time that brings me such joy, I am aware that I binge drink, boved?
I'm old school. It's bitchin'.
Full on hate it when I'm into a band and have been for months then they go mainstream and everyone's like "OMG have you heard of [insert here]?!". I'm like "Yeh, fuckin last year mate."
I have 2 tattoos and 4 3 piercings.
I change my hair colour/style almost every month, like the wind changing, as the regularly boredom sets in.
It is extremely rare I get angry but when I do, you don’t want to be around.
I like having lots of old photos up. They remind me of different times in my life and also, different hair.
Personally, I cannot STAND it when people say things along the lines of "omgz that's so Skins". Skins is a TV program, not a way of life, get a grip.
I bite my nails. Have done for years and nothing seems to make me want to stop.
I have a serious lack of motivation, I find it extremely difficult to care about much these days.
My parents go away A LOT but don’t you dare think that makes them love me any less.
I do Media, Philosophy, English Language and French at college. Before you ask no I’m not in my second year, I fucked up the last two years so have started again.
I’m well bitchy and don’t even hide it; if you piss me off I will say stuff about you but never deny saying it when questioned.
I’m nice to people until they give me a reason not to be.
There’s no which-way about it - I am in fact a chav at heart as well as a geek. So?
My mum once said: “You make friends as easily as going to the toiletâ€. I think she’s right.
As a wise woman once said, I am “fuckin funnyâ€.
I’d much rather please other people than myself.
If I come across as vain I apologise profusely. There are some things I know about myself and when they are commented on I often say “I know.†Example: “Cash, that top you‘re wearing is really nice!â€
To which I‘ll respond: “I know.†of course I know, why would I buy it if it was horrid?
I’m far from boring I'll have you know.
Cash on Smoking.
I've cut down and I'm considerate of others. After getting Bronchitis I've realised that it isn't good for me. I social smoke and, again, have cut down.
If you say to me "that's bad for you" or "that'll kill you one day" I might just slap you round the face with a silicon enhanced dragon.
That's your opinion. FINE. But did I ask you to share it with me? Did the words "Excuse me kind fellow, please, share with me your wanderings of thought on the death-habit that is smoking" utter from my constantly balmed lips? NO. So please if you would be kind as to let me be.
CHEERS .
