i can't believe you actually decided to stick around and find out more about me. i hope i don't disappoint you.
the basics:
given name: tasha april nicole age: 18, born 7/24/80 sex: sure, who would turn that down? hair: i have it. very good hair, too. it's nice and brown. eyes: two. green. race: not since my horse died. (RIP Muffin) marital status: single. god help me to stay that way. education: i have one of these, too!
by now you've figured out that i'm terribly sarcastic and have a sense of humour far more developed than your own. don't worry. with the right teacher and years of practice you, too, can be as advanced and sharp tongued as i am.
now.. more about me! (please, do try to contain yourself.) i was born and raised in eastern kentucky. and although occasionally i can be seen with five foot hair, a can of natural light in hand, heehawin' with the boys back home while they're working on their cars in front of daddy's trailer---i try to stay away from all that excitement. the first five or so years of my life, i was raised by the most beautiful (inside and out) person i have ever known, my aunt ruby. you can read more about her and the rest of my gorgeous family on that other page. you know.. the one titled 'family'. the reason i spent so much time with my aunt is because my mother has worked like a dog every day of her life..well, my life anyway. my aunt was my second mother ... i'd give anything to have her back in my life... but i digress.
i knew from the day i started kindergarten that i wasn't like all the other kids. oh no, i was much better than them. (well, there was that one girl who had the same she-ra bookbag as i did...but i had her taken care of.) i was special, you see. ask my teachers. they all knew it. i had that certain something. i think they call it lunacy these days. for some reason, i've managed to successfully block out nearly every memory i could from my childhood, or at least my school days. some things are harder than others to forget, though. like the time that kid swallowed a penny in class and had to be rushed to the emergency room. funny thing, that kid never came back to class. ah, the horror of it all.
amazingly, i was a good student, no, a terrific student in elementary school. i was in advanced reading classes, had straight As, etc. but this all changed in junior high. i discovered boys. (a discovery i'd like to ...umm...undiscover. oh well.) maybe it was the friends i was hanging around with, or maybe it was the fact that i was much happier stealing my mothers salem light 100s and sneaking off somewhere to smoke them. but something happened, and my grades dropped. really dropped. i'm amazed i made it through junior high, actually. i can't tell you how many times i got the lectures about how much potential i had and how i was throwing my life away and how i could do so much better. i was thirteen, though.. did they really think i gave a fuck?