I should have been born with red Hair.

I am:
a huge flirt
a terrible karoke singer
extremely loud
sexual blundt
very outspoken
a firey, snotty little brat.

i got pulled over tonight by a cop because i didn't have liscence ('m never going to know how to spell that damn word) plates on my scooter.

"It's 49cc. you don't need them"

"Well what are you going to do if you crash into my $40,000 truck?!"

"Pay for it with money..."

"I'm going to SUE YOU! So you need to be quiet because i'm just trying to help you."

"I'm listening. I just did all my research, and i KNOW that you don't need a license. It just needs to be registered and it is!"

I stood with my hands on my hips for about 10 minutes, then climbed back no my scooter and rested my chin in my left hand, acting like my time was being extremely wasted (it was).

I was asked back into the car and given a 'warning' that basically said nothing except for "please make sure you call to have this insured."

ok. no one told me i had to do that. do you really think if i barrell into someone's "$40,000" truck with my scooter, it's going to be because of me?!

Um no, it's probably because you weren't paying attention and knocked me off my teeny, tiny little scooter... and then who will be sueing who?

No one. because i don't believe in sueing. But your ass better bring me a wholes' lotta damn FLOWERS WHEN I"M IN THE HOSPITAL!!!!!