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Name: Shannon
Birthday: 9/18/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: Dumauria's, Whole lotta those.Lumberjacks are neat. Flannels the new silk. I have a passion for Many a foods, jello and hot sauce being in the top 100. Shoes, seriously excite me. They go hand in hand with pedicures,and foot fetishes,.. foot fetishes scare me.(sick)*Deaths Brother!* I enjoy being bad. Maybe to much, but thats ok. Rye whiskey, for some evil reason, Is great. Parties at Heathers, Parties with Mr. Green, (no bitches, not pot) He makes steak! Subliminal messages, caffiene, chicken, all fucking hail the sacred chicken. Art, (like my room, it is a nice piece), glade wisps!, Stephen King books, fairy wings, and my fuzzy blue hat. My kitty, Squiishy! My bitches, and my lovers. I love passion, and excitement. Spur of the moment is Always the best. Dancing, laughing, running well smoking, spinning, and screaming. Stealing stupid things! (woo Bird bath!) Playing dress up, Bling bling, chicken cutlets, and bangles.
Expertise: Drinking? Pro pot smoking slut perhaps?
Im not sure I have an expertise Atm. Death use to be my expertise, but ya know, people get canned. You can still call me Morticia, I still plan on spending the majority of my employed life being exposed to preservation fluids. But currently, Im just your everyday, party's way to much girl. I like to jump bails, and Im getting pretty good at the redneck motherfucker sing alongs. I enjoy effin up the two step, and demolishing country music when I get the chance. Let's see, my strong points... Im a bitch to beat wrestleing, (trust me you'll win, but it'll be a bitch), I can chain smoke like woah, and cook a mean chicken. Then there's my brains, I can throw things on paper when I want to, quite well. It's to bad I waste so much time knowingly doing wrong. Im not very good at punishing myself. If theres anything im really genuinely good at, it's doing things I know aren't good. But Hey, atleast I can tell right from wrong.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  damnshessmall
MSN: molleediablo@hotmail.com
Member Since:
10/4/2003
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| Wow! XANGA. So, I am so neglective if my computer. Nought brand new in January! Frick. So tomorrow im off to Fort Mac to see my Darling. Same Darling i've had for the last five/six months now. Christopher, the one I just can't seem to ever get mad at. That guy who'se somehow turned into I guess, my other half. He left me a week ago. My baby got a job. He's being a good boy. But do I ever miss him. All is well. For the exsistance of Greyhound can make happy day's entirely possible. I miss home. Immigration sure is Fun! I got my citizenship pictures sent back to me in the mail yesterday. Dimwit I am, I forgot to sign them. Whatever, theyre off. According to the notices I got, Ill have proof of my citizenship, in the form of a certificate in 5-7 Months. And I guess It's home sweet home from there on out. Good Morning future Career. Funny story, I wanna work on a construction site. | | |
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So Im a camera slut. I have short hair. | | |
| those boobies so aren't mine. (I Wish!) mine will be bought and paid for before they ever look that good. So im a cute little thing. I cut all my hair off! Oh my! | | |
|  Only In Canada.
boobies!!!! And Strippers. YeeHaw.  So what if Im Almost a lesbian.
 You love It.
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| I want a mostly naked boy in my bed... is that so much to ask? My boyfriend Minus a few items of clothing,... I don't feel im asking to much. Anywho, besides finding myself alone in bed and Kinda drunk earlier this evening, today was a sweet day. I got a new job. Where you ask?? Well the local pipe and smoke shop Ofcourse. Where else would Shannon work? I get to sell zigzags and ID the fuck outta little kids..OoOooo! I do lead, Such an exciting life. I seriously want my man. And Naked! Owell. Ya can't always win. Tomorrow will come, and with it it shall bring many oppurtuinities to undress said boy. Perhaps even to yell at him... to talk, if you will, to my Signifigant other. He's So not my "Better" half. Am I his? Or are we both just to fucked up? whatever it is, I like the bastard and wanna take his clothes off... I also wanna know that he's Ok. and there goes the nice, compassionate shannon....... Im such a slut for bad conversation. It must be womens intuition. I just got a 6am txt from ofcourse, my darling boyfriend. Txting me from a cop car. Thursday am at the cop shop. Who knew? | | |
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