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I have the mouth of a fuckin' sailor. I'm pretty quiet with new people, but the most crude and dirty things pass my lips regularly once you get to know me.
I'm a really low maintenance chick. Don't let the make-up fool you.
I love big trucks. I love big trucks IN the mud...I enjoy getting dirty. ;)
I have way too much common sense for my own good. So I look down on the many people who don't. I don't understand why it's such a difficult thing for people to get???
Anyway...I've lived in Colorado for a year. It's okay. The people here are fuckin DRAMA...but my Colorado friends are fucking amazing. I love them to death! They are the coolest fuckin people to be around. :)
I love my job! I get paid to have fun! HaHa!
I live in the cutest little duplex with my hot & fat roommate Dean. LoL! :)
I love to laugh and smile and I make a HORRIBLE girlfriend! Haha... I love the outdoors, food, dogs...I love lots of things! I will say though, that I can't stand the way people drive! HA!...especially in COLORADO!!!
I hate liars, I'm really not interested in ever getting married, I actually like being single & I want to keep it that way. I HATE pussies! If you're a man...be a MAN. Not a female. It's VERY unattractive. Ima girl who is attracted to personality; however, that doesn't seem to be working out so well! Haha. I'm gonna go back to liking the HOTT GUYS. That seemed to work out better? DOn't know why. Lastly, I have zero tolerance for drama and fake girls!!! If you wanna know anything else, just ask! PS: I'm afraid of the dark and spiders. My ColoredFriend: I decided that I need a woman in my life.
AlbertaneQ: buy a blow up doll
My ColoredFriend: No, I need a real one.
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The Lord loves the drinkin' man. He sent honky tonk angels to the promise land. I hear that he can turn the water to wine, Any man that can do that oh he's a good friend of mine. I been baptized in beer I'm here to testify. I was speaking in tongue when I came home last night. Some folks say I'm livin' in sin, but I know The Lord loves the drinkin' man... ...You still walk the straight and narrow, and you don't know where you are. Use the needle of your compass to sew up your broken heart. Ask directions from a genie in a bottle of Jim Beam, and she lies to you...That's when you learn the truth... Low down leavin' sun, Done did everything that needs done. Woe is me, why can't I see? I'd best be leaving well enough alone. Them neon light nights, couldn't stay out of fights. They keep a-hauntin' me in memories. There's one in every crowd, for cryin' out loud. Why was it always turnin' out to be me? Where does it go? The good Lord only knows. It seems like it was just the other day. I was down at Green Gables, hawkin' them tables. And generally blowing all my hard earned pay. Piano rolled blues, danced holes in my shoes. There weren't another other way to be. For loveable losers, no account boozers. And honky tonk heroes like me . . .