The names Stacy. I'm twenty two years old from a small town in West Virginia. I have fun. All day everyday. Life's to short not to. I work my ass off five days a week putting up with assholes. Simple things in life please me. Most of the weekends during the summer you can find me in the back of one of my friends trucks, drinking and having the time of my life. I spend every free second I have at the river and camping with my friends and family. I'm constantly taking pictures and video of people and things around me. I'm only every going to be in my early twenty somethings once...and I'm positive that I'm never going to live like this again. So I'm doing it right. And I'm doing it my way. I've got a pretty big Irish temper that I've got to work on. It's gotten slightly better...but there's always room for improvement I suppose. I talk constantly...I'm loud. I'm only five foot tall and feel as though I'm allowed to climb and swing and jump on anyone or anything whenever I want. I don't really get along with girls...besides my best friend. And she's just fucking amazing. For sure my bitch. My father always told me I cuss worse than any female he ever knew. I could eat pizza every day of the week as long as it has extra cheese. Most of the time, I trip over my own two feet. My life feels like a constant whirl wind of boo's, falls, mistakes, laughter, gonja, and music...and I wouldn't have it any other fucking way. AND for the record, don't message/comment me asking me if I'm 22. It's annoying. If you don't believe that I'm 22, don't...but don't ask me about it. And check out the facebook dbags. It's pretty fucking valid.
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