PLEASE;Don't mail me. It fucks me off reading them 'cus all they say is 'Hai bbz, you got msn wanna c2c?' No do I fuck wanna c2c and no can you fuck have my MSN.If you actually wanna speak to me make sure you are capable of holding down a convo for longer than 5 minutes. You are not some forgein fuck after a visa or a british passport. You are not a PLAYER, I'm not after no internet relationship 'cus I aint into that bollocks but ffs sort it out. Most importantly, you can speak English. Please do not attempt to talk to me if u tlk lyk dis, oR liEk dIs, Or Even This or 4LL TH4T NUMB3R B0LL0CKS. Kai? This profile has made me sound like a right bitch I'm actually really nice, honestly
You just have to take my fancy, if not then basically you're pretty much fucked.I really need to write something about myself but I don't know what to say, there is so much about me I wouldn't know were to begin... if you're lucky you'll eventually get to know what I'm all about. Little update, seems people do not read my profile and still insist on sending me 1329283 mails asking for my MSN or telling me you are 'so hot right now' I'm just not feeling it babe, srsly. Give it a rest... FFS.
Just for the record, I do not wear fake tan, contrary to what most think, I've actually never used it. I realise I look rather brown/orange in a few of my pictures but I had just come back from Greece, you know where that is? Where the sun shines bright and hot... causing me to TAN? I'm actually pale as fuck now. I'm not a chav either, don't mistake me for one even if I do have the worlds most chaviest shittest tattoos. Get over it.
I don't go to college, I did but got kicked out, college aint for me. I prefer being in a working environment, I've been working since I left school. In the same dead end job at the mo but I LOVE it. I love going to work, I love doing what I do most of all I love the fact I get paid for sitting on my arse, watching TV, eating fast food, smoking fags, bantering with the others in the office and the people on the other end of the phone. I'm a "telephonist" which is a posh way to put it, basically I work in a taxi office and flirt with every Tom Dick and Harry who phones me with an interesting voice and argue with every cunt that moans that there fucking taxi isn't there yet, even though they phoned 3 minutes ago, hold on I'll just radio threw and see how much longer he's going to be dropping out of that sky up above you. Yeah right. Get to fuck.
I do like to spend my wages as soon as they get placed in my hand, week in week out my money goes on alcohol. I love hitting the town and getting completely sloshed on a Saturday night. I'm lucky 'cus I can't sleep for longer than 5 hours when I'm pissed, which is great seeing as though I don't make it home till about 4am and start work at 10am the following Sunday morning.
I won best dressed at the pub this halloween and won a bottle of champers. Praise that stuff. I had to mention this 'cus it's like a life time achievement for me.
That's all for now, folks.
T-raa.
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