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CuteMyspaceCodes.comAbout Me? Wow - talk about vague...but whatever. I have been on myspace for awhile now and never really paid that much attention to this part of my profile. I have been too involved in finding music, layouts, and filling out stupid bulletins. I mean really the whole purpose of a "myspace" is to let people know what you are all about, right? Well that includes having to spend some time on actually telling people about you instead of just trying to show people - cause we all know looks can be deceiving. So here it goes...I grew up in the country, on a pig farm. I had some of best as well worst times out there. When I was young, it kicked ass to have all that space to run around, play hide and seek, ride bikes and three wheelers, slip 'n' slides, and of course the huge snow drifts in the winter. As I enerted my teenage years, I pretty much hated my parents because they decided to live in the country. All my freinds lived in town, I still had to ride the bus to and from school, and I hated everyone - I was 13, what do you expect? Then, I grew up....ALOT!!! I came to college and right away I knew why my parents decided to live in the country. Mother fucking freedom!!! You had space to do whatever the fuck you wanted, where in town - and I don't care how small it is, you have nosey neighbors, traffic, and that weird town smell, and anyone who has lived in the country, knows what I am talking about! When I lived in the country, I could look right outside my window and see for miles.... now when I look out my window, I see my 60 year old neighbor standing in his underwear scratching his balls! So now I get it...and when I have kids of my own someday, that is where they will be raised - no questions asked, so you city boys can go take a hike - lol!Speaking of boys...haven't had too much luck in this department. I mean really, I had better relationships when I was 15 years old and immature as hell. Now, I don't know what it is. Every guys thinks you are with them because you want to pop a kid out or something. Get over yourself....really! Do I want to have kids? YES - of course I do, but not right now! So get your head out of your ass and have some fun for cryin' out loud. I use to get really depressed about being alone and feared that I always would be. Thats right, I was going to end up the crazy lady with like a hundred and nine cats. The lady where all the neighborhood kids would come stand across the street from my house and say, "Yep, that's where the crazy cat lady lives...don't ever go over there!" Fortunately, I got over that but unfortunately, it took a guy breaking up with me. It took a few weeks of boxes of kleenexs, excessive amounts of rum, and fast food to finally see the light. I realized I wasn't feeling better because I kept asking myself the wrong question: What did I do so wrong? So I started thinking about the good things I brought to that relationship and how someday that guy that was dumb enough to break it off with me would see that. He is still looking for someone perfect and the sad part is, he will never find her, cause no one is perfect. So, now I know...I may make mistakes. I may get mad at dumb things, walk away when you are talking to me, and be a little sarcastic every once in a while. But the beautiful part about that is - I can admit that I make mistakes - I know I am not perfect, therefore I am looking for someone who is also not perfect and rightfully admits so.So yeah, that was boring....but anyhow, I live by one rule and that is: DRIVE FAST! Anyone who has ever ridden in a car with me, with the exception of my parents, knows what I am talking about. Everyone says, "slow down!" Okay seriously, the only purpose of speed limits are for those people who don't know how to drive. Here is the thing. There is no reason why you shouldn't put the pedal to the floor and get to 6ooo RPM's twice a day. If cars weren't made to do that - they wouldn't make them that way. Nothing bothers me more when people never get their speedometer past 55 MPH. I can literally look at that car and see how sad it is that it feels it will never see 120. Cars are your best friends. You can beat the shit out of it when you are pissed off, sad, or hell, even when your happy and it won't complain. When something bad happens - what do you do? You go for a drive. When something good happens, again, you go for a JOY ride!!! It will be there for you no matter what life throws at you so make sure your car has a life too.