Ask me about me, that's why I'm here. That's why we're all here, isn't it? My mind is like a puzzle or a rubik's cube, but figuring me out is something that you shouldn't do, because my thoughts are locked inside a padded room,
nd if these padded walls could talk I'd surely be doomed. I've got my life laid out in front of me like roads drawn on a map. I've had so many times where I slipped off the beaten path. I took the time to see the picture and for what it's worth, nd I'd walk a thousand miles without my shoes to make it work. I have a dog, Bubba.....he's my best friend. I drive a white 94' Honda Civic 5-speed with a dinged hood, dinged front bumper, nd a rusted out hole by the back-right wheel, her name is Vinnisha by the way, nd she puuuurrrsssss like a kitten.....nd yes I gave her a ghetto-hoopty a name, it's classy as f**k, nd you know it is, so don't even get it twisted. Ok, I'm pretty sure I surpassed the minimum 50 characters needed. If you wanna know anything else, feel free to ask. If I don't respond, it's not because I'm an egotistical prick. I'm most likely just not interested, nd I'm not a fan of turning people down, I like to make people feel good, not bad, so in essence, if you message me nd I don't respond, I apologize ahead of time, because I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings....Capeesh?? Muchas gracias damas, freaks y ninfómana del hit me up !! =*
