It's the brown eyes and black hair. I haven't got the the mark of jade, bracelets, earrings, necklace charm. . or that cute litte cartoonish frog (or is that a little kitty cat?) printed on my purse, nor is it dangling from the dashboard of my Honda Civic.

She says:
My mother, she was born that way. . . "when I was younger my mother used to hit my bottom with a giant sugar cane if I was being naughty. No wait, I didn't live with my mother. She lived in a bigger house further down the dirt road, I lived with my strict grandmother where my legs were taught to stay closed and my posture to be 'just so.'"

"Caucasians have a bigger sexual appetite. That's why they're unstable and have more car accidents, because their wives slept with another man." She works at avehicle registry where she files the accident profiles, etc. etc.

"When you marry a Canadian (Her term for every caucasian, American or otherwise) how will you stand eating spaghetti everyday?"

The umpteenth time:
If you're a friend of mine I've probably tried and squeezed as many laughs as I could out of you with these stories.

AOL SEARCHERS. You came here to look for clean hot teen pictures? NEXT!!!
Ewww, you're here to find what? I havent much content about the teenage girl anatomy, but I think I've got one. Personally it's kinda yucky, but it rocks your boat huh? One word for you: PUBES.

Got Email?

Just curious. . . am I one of those people you underestimate? Tee hee.

Then:
"Chris, pull over." The two guys turn around suspectiing some silly girlish huff? Maybe she's going to attempt to walk home after getting a ride this far? What the heck is she thinking?
"Get out of the car and dance."

The circus is coming to town!! Well, no, the MIDWAY is coming to town. I love rides!! Or maybe I just love the challange of feeling threatened in a 99.9% COMPLETELY safe way. When I was little my dad was annoyed when I cried after being stuck to a wall and the floor giving from under me. Later I learned this was known as that spinny ride and not a human blender. As you can see later wasn't very much later. "Is this the day the ride will screw up?" I'd hate to be a statistic: Only one person has spontaneously combustied on the spinning strawberries thus far.

I am full of dirty thoughts, jokes, and that is my charm? No tact, yet honestly charming? Foot in mouth but, very cute. Entertaining without the diplomatic side. Heartbeat without an active social life. Waiting by the freaking phone for a phonecall. Cutting off the fat from a steak but savoring the little bit that didn't seem to come off. Waiting for the phone call that takes so much effort. The email that couldn't be sent to me for lack of anything to say. The stupid phonecall at the end of the day when there's NOTHING BETTER ON TV.

Then again, you're the kind of person who wouldn't phone me unless you wanted to. I dated a jerk once just so that I could date the kind of guy that would never go out with an ugly bag.

Are guys really all that different? Do they really want to end up with a harem of hot adoring wives? Would I want a room full of hot men that were mine? Who loved every aspect of me? 20 men could give an eency weency bit of affection, and make up that one perfect man right? Or is the ratio too small? One guy. One house. Lots of money. Fuck you, you stupid negative vibe. Get the fuck out of my life. I don't need to be down. Nobody likes me when I'm down and out. I don't need to hear all the evil self doubting whispers and eye all the girls whose waists couldn't fill a thimble. I'm not imagining the caring circle of friends around me. You're loved.