Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a woman of wealth and taste I've been around for a long, long year Stolen many a man's soul and faith Pleased to meet you! Hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game Just as every cop is a criminal And all the sinners saint As heads is tails just call me Lucifer 'Cause I'm in need of some restraint So if you meet me, have some courtesy Have some sympathy and some taste Use all your well-learned politesse Or I'll lay your soul to waste!

Don't bother trying to label me. Labels fade after graduation. I'm still a little gothic. I'm a photographer, a drafter, a country girl at heart, a loyal girlfriend, and a proud Jeep owner. Simply put.. I'm just me. People used to call me "Rebel" because I didn't buy into the shallowness that was my generation. I'm as open minded as they come. I only despise liars and users, and well.. they deserve it. You're not going to find a lot of flowery language here. You also aren't going to find a lot of empty, meaningless ramblings (though I'll often leave it up to you to find the meaning). I can be very cynical. You might catch me venting, you might catch me on a good day, but I don't see the world through rose colored glasses and I don't express it that way... just a warning.

Til the day I die I'll spill my heart for you

Hey, my name is Amelia. What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.

Butterscotch! Wanna lick??