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Height:152 cm - 158 cm (5' - 5'2")
Birthday:April 19, 1991
Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual
Dating:Single
Living Situation:Living with parents/relatives
Location:British Columbia, Canada
Join Date:07:43pm | Aug 19, '04
Profile Updated:07:04am | Dec 20, '09
Last Active:06:06pm | May 05, '08

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our lips can touch
&& our cheeks can brush





Kay so Hello
im Chelsey
i sometimes believe in falling in love.
prove me wrong && show me its possible all the time.
in my opinion there is no "normal" people.
everyone is pretty fucked up in there own way.
I love those moments with someone whos close to you && you love.
so im pretty much a hairspray whore.
i can have a backcomb so i kinda need it.
im a pretty nice person , i love meeting new people, dont be a frost.
i do drink && and party with alecia, cause shes the shit.
i am tattoed.peirced and i like it.
im cool when i Fusion Dance with my bestest. a.p
i fein music, can not live without it.
i do panda slam nick when hes sleeping, watch out =).
i enjoy looking at dirty pics in the "back" of the store with kaleigh and alecia
i luv my friends... i dont know what id do without them.
a.p - k.l - a.m - c.r - n.c - k.m - l.b - c.m
i probaly wouldnt be were i am..
concerts..i want to go to more.. all in good time haha.
my school is a total hormonal && sex crazed toilet for teenage whores && horney guys
....
&& I LOVE IT BITCHES.
makes my day 'cause its never a dull moment! ha.
i hate when i dont get messages, it makes me sad =(
i guess thats all.
Peace.






all he does is shotgun beers..
so i injected my neglected love
into a can..
mabye then he would love me.




yes i believe in love, yes im a dreamer.
but im not alone. theres more of us than you suspect.
and we've got bombs, truth and beauty bombs





It's hard to remember days
Mornings lost in a chronic haze
Breath is fast and the trains are slow
I barely feel it though
All day long I fantasize
In the dark, behind all the people's eyes
And when they disappear
Words get lost in the atmosphere





can i have a sip from your juice box?