this is really me.
i'm too good to take your sloppy seconds. i'm a lady, and a southern one at that. i've sassed my momma before, and got my mouth smacked. i'm going to college, but not to get my mrs degree. i'm there to make a life for myself. sometimes i feel like i'm spinning my wheels. i'm a person that you've never met and you'll never meet another like me unless you happen to come across my daddy. i got the cutest darn dog you'll ever meet. you should always count clouds for your troubles. i hate to say it, but i plan to move on out of dixie across the pond to the most beautiful little island by the name of ireland. this little photoblog is my expression of what i love. i'm a photographer by trade. although a cashier job at a small town diner pays the bills. you want to see my work, you say. there's a button below, just ask. i'm southern, rebel, daddy's girl, hippy-fied, boot wearin', drawl havin' belle. i'll never change, not for the likes of you. you just ask what happened to the last'n.

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Let’s talk about how I was just sent this. ON PURPOSE.

Well I’m greedy about you. I want more of you. To please you. I get more excited when you get off than me. Is there something I can do for you?

Travel time…

So what do you do when you’re driving 80 miles per hour in the opposite direction of what you should and want to be? I tell you what you do, you keep driving. If you were supposed to be going that way, you would have gotten a proper invitation. And another thing, who said he could just have a five hour conversation about feelings and how you both have them but you don’t belong together. What kind of bull malarky is that!? We belong together. Or else we wouldn’t call each other when we get really drunk. We wouldn’t still be doing this shit two years later.

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