Some people call me psychotic and others just call me a bitch. I'll leave that up to you to decide.... I'm slightly twisted (in a good way) blonde haired, blue eyed, gal who likes to party. I prefer hard liqor and lucky me, my stomach can handle it. I truly have no idea what to write about myself because... well I don't know myself that well. I swing both ways. Giving love to the gals as well as the guys. I like sports... mainly soccer. I can't live with out music or my guitar. Nor can I live without my Jack Daniels or my Tequila. If you don't like smokers... well then you won't like me very much. I like to dance... either at a rave, with friends or at home in my underwear. I hate being told what to do. Normally I'm a fun loving and easy going gal. However that doesn't mean I'm some slut or whore. I like what I like and I go after what I want.

I like men.
I like women.
I like chocolate.
I like to dance.
I like to have fun.
I like to drink.
I like to party.
I love music.
I love kissing. (Well... common...don't you?
I absolutely love to sleep.
I can't live without soccer.
Jumping with Michelle on her trampling.
Hanging out with my friends. (Even with all the drama)
I love my dog. (Harley!)
I'm secretly married to my guitar. (Don't tell anyone)

hypocrites...even though sometimes I can be one.
posers.
I hate when ppl think they know you... but they actually don't.
Monday mornings... I always get the bad news.
I hate knowing the amount of time I have left.
I hate LEECHES (So Plz, don't cling)
naive followers.
Abusers.
CHEATERS
Meaningless sex... there should always be something there... as in feelings
Regrets
Ignorant people
Being cynical
Drunk Drivers
Emotional pain
animal cruelty
that Matson gets blamed for everything...
that my best friend deserted me for *better* ppl
That I found out too late...
I'm actually starting to hate hospitals.... they always smell like old, dried, blood... yuck.