I don't care about my guilty pleasure for you..

I love you. (:

Fri, 30 Jan 2009 22:46:08 GMT

Hmm, can anyone pass judgement for me?

Okay, so, this boy, which is a old friend, got back in contact after like... FOREVER!

So, he wants to meet up on Sunday, and, he's got the nicest personality, I want judgement on the shallow bit!

I've already asked a load of people, cos I need to make this decision right! xD
HELP!

I lay down on the cold ground...

Mon, 26 Jan 2009 20:57:09 GMT

Lah, I know no-one will care, but I just need to vent some anger.

I don't know how many things I'll rant about in here, but I'll list them now.

1. My aunty.
2. William (Dicknose) Franklin.
3. Katy Newton.
4. Crying.

Aunty Liz.

Well, theres not really much to say. I have to care for her now, because, if you didn't know. My aunty was diagnosed with cancer about three months ago. We thought after her operation and chemotherapy that she would be fine - But we found out on Tuesday that it had spread to her lungs and that it was terminal. I haven't actually cried yet, because the emotion is just too numbing for me to totally acknowledge it I think. I don't think she minds as much, I think she just wants to make the most out of her life, so she keeps caning it. She even offered me Brandy the other morning, which kinda shook me.
The most important thing is, at the moment, she seems like my only friend.

I just don't feel as close to anyone else, not even my mum or step-dad. She was like a mum for me, when I was younger, she used to pick me up, teach me english, and make me food, so I was fattened up. I just don't know what to do anymore.

I look after her, I cook for her on saturday nights and sundays (Her daughter helps during the week.) And, every once in a while, I just sit with her, get her drinks, clean up her room and freshen up her flowers. I had to balance this for a bit with Exams and my boyfriend. Which is my next rant.

William Franklin.

Yes, the dickhead that is.

He wasn't a very supportive boyfriend, but after my too-long anniversary, he began to act differently. I always suspected he fancied one of the girls in his year, so I decided to concentrate on my Aunty and my schoolwork. (Especially English, Goddamn it Boulter's hot.)

Turns out, Katy fucking Newton ruined my relationship by telling Billy how close I was to another friend of mine. Matty Spiers. He completely overreacted and he decided he was too 'Stressed' to have a girlfriend. Which I found absolutely fucking ridiculous.

Katy Newton

She drives me fucking insane. She's rude, self-centered, slightly ginger. Kinda like a Jaffa Cake.

Crying

Eurgh, It's happened too often lately.

Wed, 31 Dec 2008 22:42:10 GMT

So, before I get blootered, (Which I'm well on the way to...)

Happy New Year F-List!

May your dreams and aspirations.... (And favourite footballers) Come to you in 2009! XD

So, here's a personal message for each of you... (and there isn't many of you, but you're all very special to me!)

aguardente - Anna, my darling, my angel <33 Keep being clinically insane darling, Because without you, my hormonal side would never be unleashed! I hope everything goes well in the new year! And I promise, me and Pauline ARE COMING TO SMOKE WITH YOU! XD

alor - I really hope everything goes to plan for you in 2009, good luck xx

arsenal4ever - Ahh mum! XDDD I hope you're holiday is going well, and I miss you so fucking much! I'mma buy you a Vincent Simone, because he's fucking amazing! Remember that, and I love you, so much, and I think to be honest - I couldn't have asked for a better madwoman than you to be my metaphorical mother!!!

bouncinggoat - I hope everything goes to plan for you, I'm not kidding you here XD - Have a lovely 2009!

dance_fairies- Ahh Emma, you legend! Bon Jovi FTWINZ! One day, we WILL kidnap Skrtel, and rule teh world XDDD Have a great new year hun, you deserve it!

el3anorrigby- Elynn, you are the person who inspired me to write Slash. You're amazing fics set a standard for me, and I never will be as good as you. You're a true writing legend and since we've grown apart, I've missed you a lot! I hope to hear more from you soon... and Have a lovely new year, you deserve it too!

goonergurl4 - I hope all your dreams and aspirations are achieved in 2009, if not, I'll help you!

paulii_oh_yesh - PAULINE!!! My mad son of a bitch. To me, you are my best friend, and I'm not kidding here, I fucking love you so much, and without you, i'd only be half of who I am today. I know you don't like me much because I smell (XD) But please, when I see you tomorrow, (WHICH I WILL!) I'm going to give you the biggest hug ever!!!! I love you Pauline, and never forget it.

rizzyr- You are possibly the happiest and bounciest person EVER! You seriously amaze me, even when life is being a total slag to you, you still have a go! And it amazes me, I hope everything you wish for comes to you hun, you deserve it a lot!

s3cr3tscanki11 - Well hun, we don't talk much, but I really hope you have a fantastic 2009, and I wish you the best of luck!

tessalonso - Well tess, LJ has been a total bastard to you of late, and I hope you feel better, so therefore I'll dedicate my next chapter of my Series to you. You're a legendary writer, and from what I've heard about you from Paulii, an amazing person. So happy new year hun, you deserve it!

trainmad - Ahh, you're mental XD I love your fics, they're so refreshing and classic at the same time, which is amazing! So thank you for being so amazing, and have a lovely new year!

vampireonearth - Oh Alex, you smelly Petr Cech loving Numptie :D:D:D:D Happy new year y'old softie xxxx

Mon, 29 Dec 2008 11:05:59 GMT

Breaking News :

Steven Gerrard has been arrested due to alleged assault in Southport at 2:30 am Last night.

WTF STEVIE?!?!?1?!?!!?!

Sat, 27 Dec 2008 19:32:59 GMT

Can anyone help a very sad Courtnii finish her chapter two?

PLZZZZZ?!

Fri, 26 Dec 2008 16:11:38 GMT

My sister just applied me for the X-Factor.

Is She Out of her MIND?!
I'm gonna have to start practicing now. *headdesk*

That's if I get invited.
And If I do, ayam SCREWED!

Thu, 25 Dec 2008 17:38:57 GMT

Merry Christmas F-list!!!

Seriously, you guys pwn me totally! (Can you tell I'm a bit drunk? XD) And, even though I may not celebrate, I got a Mini laptop! (The same as Pascal's Pauline,depends atch.,.. WHAT COLOUR?!)

And it's fucking impossible to type with ¬.¬

Yet still! I hope you've had a savage day everyone <3 X 12340274625241739593,

Wed, 24 Dec 2008 19:19:55 GMT

Merry christmas people! (Y)

OHAI!

Mon, 22 Dec 2008 13:49:13 GMT

Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

This year I've been busy!

Last Tuesday I donated bone marrow to heartstealer13 in a life-saving procedure (300 points). In March I invaded Iraq, broke it, and couldn't glue it back together before Mom got home (-1012 points). In May I pushed nevr_walk_alone in the mud (-17 points). Last Sunday I saved a busload of nuns in Angola (326 points). Last month I ate my brussel sprouts (1 points).

Overall, I've been naughty (-402 points). For Christmas I deserve a spanking!

Sincerely,
Katteh25

LMFAO @ Spanking. Sounds about right! :D

Sat, 20 Dec 2008 19:06:20 GMT

Okay, So I'm nervous.

Works party, and I'm wearing a dress.
ME.
Wearing a dress.
*sigh*

Thu, 18 Dec 2008 20:18:38 GMT

Gah I feel so crap.

--

So Carly, my boss tells me to rinse out a colour, wash and condition this woman with the biggest hair in history, and It takes me half an hour. Because one it's so fucking thick and two I had never rinsed out colour before.

Then she scowls at me from the reception desk and mouths 'Hurry the fuck up!'

It was just like GAH! cos I was nervous I was doing it wrong.

Then when I took the client back to Carly, she proper scowled and grabbed me out the back and was like :

"You didn't do it properly! Why can't you do ANYTHING?!"

... I swear to god, then I was gonna slap her.

But, her last client came in half an hour late, giving her only twenty minutes to do her hair.
And all the way through she's scowling at me, like she wants to kill me. And when her client leaves, half an hour past closing time, she growled at me ;

"I could Kill you Courtnii, I really could."

I mean WTF?! It's not like I asked to take ages, It's not like I asked her last client to be a inpunctual slag is it?!

GAH!

...

Then everyones depressed on MSN.
How FUCKING FAIL!

Okay... It's back.

Wed, 17 Dec 2008 13:39:05 GMT

The Sims obsession is officially back.
Oh dear, what a complete fail.

Well, basically, I stayed off today because I couldn't be fucked, and then it came to me.

'Make Robin Van Persie and have lots of sex and babies.'

Thing is, if i can't have the real thing, the Sim version will have to do.

*Le Sigh*

Anyways, I best start writing. How fail.

Mon, 15 Dec 2008 18:49:59 GMT

Anyone got any requests?
After reading the amazing "Private Studies" Series, I've revived my Mojo.
Ohai yes.

Mon, 15 Dec 2008 15:45:45 GMT

I hate:

English Weather.
Catherine Mohammed.
Francess Foday.
Beth Drogba (Well, I call her Drogba...)
And The Rest.

Fucking Racists.

And in my opinion should be hung by the neck until dead.
Good Day.

*Takes hat off*

Sun, 14 Dec 2008 10:01:14 GMT

Ayam now back.
And I will aim to post everyday.
(Even though you guys wouldn't wanna hear my crap right?)

...
I lost my mojo, So shouting out to everyone:

Where the hell did I put my MOJO!?

Reward: Whatever one would like ;D Except Chicken. Gah.

<3

Sat, 15 Nov 2008 17:46:26 GMT

West Ham Are Lame.
):

Who stole the soul from the sun? And the World come undone at the Seams?...

Sun, 09 Nov 2008 18:37:36 GMT

God, someone come give me a hug.

I feel so Loved-up and Sick it's beginning to get unbearable.

It's very unlike me to feel like this, all mushy and relaxed, So people need to take advantage of it.

Wed, 05 Nov 2008 19:55:30 GMT

A firework just went off, and I cried.

Shows you how unnerving firework night is for me.

I fail.

Tue, 04 Nov 2008 16:14:34 GMT

Dude? Has everyone died?

And Pauline... You're not fooling anyone. Skrtel is cutest.
xD
And... COME IN SCHOOL TOMORROW YOU SLAG.

Ly. x

And... Where the hell's Anna?! I miss her. D:

I'm am So Dead.

Mon, 03 Nov 2008 17:45:20 GMT

Eurgh, my mums going to kill me.
EPICFAIL.

Anyway, it was my first day back at School today, and everything was rather eventful...

First lesson, : English.

English is always fun for me, as it's one of my favourite lessons. Yet, what makes it even more worth while is that my teacher, Mr Boulter, is UBER HOT! Haha, me and Frances where having a chat, and he told us that school was no place of affection, and.. Well, I remember the coversation VERY vividly. *ahem*

Mr Boulter: *clears throat* Courtnii, can you stop cuddling Jade?
Courtnii: *grins* But sir, she's lovely!
Mr Boulter: *smirks* Courtnii, this is no place for affection!
Courtnii: *gasps* Oh my god, you Loveless Gargoyle!
Mr Boulter: *looks confused* W-what?
Courtnii: LOVELESS FIEND! *giggles*

And that's his new nickname. Fascinating eh?

Second Lesson; Science
.
Ms Neal is a bish. End Of.

Third Lesson: Maths.

Haha, I was listening to Numpi argue with Mr Palmer, our Christian teacher, and me, Emily and Ella started a campaign to have Mr Pye in our maths lesson! We want a slice of that PYE! XDDDDD Got it?

Fourth Lesson; Sport Studies.

EPIC FAILURE.

Fifth (And Last Lesson) ; Physical Education.

Haha, In last lesson, me and Ismah had a chat about the local Man-whore who looks likes Shrek. and Pauline SKRTEL'D IT!
I hope you feel better Pauline x

Is it just me?

Sun, 02 Nov 2008 22:03:42 GMT

Or is Blogspot a lame version of Livejournal? Oh Eck, It niggles me.

Okay, simple update on my life, by doing the days of my Half-term from school between my early-autumn and late-autumn terms.

Monday.

Haha, Monday, Hmm. I went to hospital with My aunty, for her Chemotherapy sessions. We found out she had Breast cancer about a month ago, which shook my life as I knew it. My mum and real dad worked so hard to give me everything they never had when I was younger, which led to them splitting up, and me practically living with my aunty until my mum got back on her feet. She was like a second mum to me for years, and still is, so it hurt a lot when she got the news. Yet still, very Aunty Liz like, she went to bingo the very same night xD. Addicted much? I believe so.

Tuesday.

Was the 28th... Right? *checks* Yep.
We went out for lunch, which was fun. It was a mexican restaurant, and I love the mexican food, but, a bunch of Germans, one with a scottish accent, and fuelled by drink isn't the best atmosphere for a Mexican restaurant, which made me giggle. I had this really weird concoction, but It was lovely none the less XD Mexican food in England is much better than the impersonation in Munich.

Wednesday

Hmm... I lied in bed most of the day, and OH YEAH! i dyed my hair, I went to the salon and had it dyed more ginger, god help me, and cried when my sister showed it me. I was expecting it to go brown, not more orange! But you know... Life goes on. I really felt like I needed to talk to someone today, I felt like Frankenstein's monster on that iceberg he finds himself on in the end, all isolated and alone.

Thursday.

Well, today, it was my footballer scouting day. After my very long excerise regime, I ended up scouting through the national teams, and rekindled my love for teh Dutch. Robin Van Persie? Klaas-Jan Huntelaar?! HELLO! Why didn't anyone tell me about those beautys right beneath my blinking nose! Them... and I've got a thing for Kun Aguero again, I just want to squish him and eat him all up. In more ways than one xD.

Friday

Halloween Baby! It was awesome, seriously. And I was so excited by the prospect of dressing up for candy, i know, my mental age is of a four year old. But, me, Becca, Bethan, Tristan and Daniel (Good friends of mine) dressed up... Becca was a undead schoolgirl, with bandages and fake blood, Bethan was a pirate, Tristan was a gay emo kid, and Daniel was a angel of Doom. As for me? Well... I dressed up as something rather offensive xD. (i'll tell you if you ask tbh. Way to get more comments Courtnii! xD) Haha, we trick-or-treat-ed a lot, until we found this house with a bonfire outside, which we thought was genious, and huddled by before ordering subway and going back to Tristan's flat xD

Saturday.

I worked today. I've been working with my sister at a hair salon since July time, and I love it. We were so busy, I hardly had a lunch time, but two of my clients were German! Germans, in Oxford! It's brilliant, we were nattering, and we had such fun when I was washing their hair, it was so hilarious! One of them was talking about how Werder pwn Bayern. ¬.¬ The other was talking about how cute Michael Ballack was with me. ^^ I'm so glad I'm not too alone!

Sunday

I can safely say I did fuck all! That's quite good though, I had a huge conversation with Megan, which was lovely because we haven't been speaking much nowadays with us two being so busy! I was supposed to be doing work, history coursework, but to be honest, I couldn't be fucked. Plus, whats more interesting, updating my LJ, or homework for History? Honestly? xD

Okay... Picture time, because I downlaoded loads onto Photobucket! God I love that thing!

Eek. I. Love.Him.

Him too. Wierdly Enough. xD

And her. VERY Strangely Enough.

Fri, 03 Oct 2008 10:59:13 GMT

God It feels good to be home No? :D
After... What? About four or five months? Courtnii is back ladie's and gentlemen. Oh yes, with the power of Love that is Skrtel/Agger.

Okay, so I haven't written anything for five months, I probably haven't read any fics for about three. Be easy on me, It's hard rekindling mojo! (:

Title: Erm... (:
Pairing: Daniel Agger/Martin Skrtel, mentioned Daniel Agger/Fernando Torres.
Disclaimer: If this is real, then I'm Daniel Agger.
Rating: NC-17, PWP.
Word Count: 1403. (:

Feedback: Lol. Why not?
A/N: For the lovely <ahref="http://aguardente.livejournal.com/">aguardente</a>, As It was supposed to be a birthday present, but I fail epically! ILY.

"JUST SHUT UP!! I DON'T NEED TO HEAR YOUR CRAP!" Danny bellowed, storming into the kitchen for the sixth time in the argument.

Martin knew this argument was coming, he just didn't expect it to be this big. They'd had arguments before, gritty, foul-mouthed slanging contests, which always ended up with one of them being so taken aback with shock, the other would have to apologise for a week. But this time, Martin and Danny were both to blame, both shouting at eachohter, both making the other feel the needed to punch their lights out.

"Well, that is SO like you isn't it Danny?! Always losing it, telling me that I speak crap! Well I've had enough!" Martin shouted back at him, storming into the room with him, gripping his shoulder.

"Well you just let go of me!" Danny evasively growled, shrugging Martin's hand off his shoulder, shoving his boyfriend in the chest. "Just don't touch me!"

Martin scowled. Danny might have been known for his temper, but everyone knew that Martin was to not be messed around with. His temper had got him to Liverpool, one of his favourite teams, and even to this day Marlon Harewood would still shudder at the sound of his name.

"Danny pl-"
"What part of leave me alone do you NOT understand?! You stupid prick!" Danny scowled.
"You're the prick for starting this argument!"
"Why are you still here?! Get out of my face Skrtel before I rip your head off and shove crap down your neck!"

He clenched his fists, growling, before grabbing the collar of Danny's Tshirt, slamming him up against the wall, resulting in a groan of pain from the Danish boy. Martin leaned toward his ear, hissing angrily.

"So what - You actually want me to leave huh? When I've done nothing but try and keep you fucking calm! Well forget it, I will leave, and you can go FUCK the scousers! So how far you get then! And don't come crying to me when Carra grips you up and hold a knife your throat because your tired and not in the bloody mood!"

Danny watched him, eyes widened, trying to wriggle to a more loose location. He had never seen Martin so infuriated, so violent, so...

"Yeah, I don't hear you shouting back now do I?! You're all mouth Agger, that's all you are!"

How ironic, Danny thought, smirking to himself before catching the glance of Martin's mouth. It looked so succulent as he was shouting. Danny almost found himself hearing otherwise the slang that Martin had decide to inflict on him, and he heard things which were a vast contrast. He almost heard passion, passion in Martin's seething attack, passion as he spat out the words against Danny's ear.

He shivered. Danny knew he shouldn't have heard these things, Martin was still clearly agitated, his face now shaded with a tint of crimson. But he couldn't help it, he just found the way he would frown, his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth twisted into a frown with his anger, he found all so overwhelmingly... Sexy.

"What Agger?! What are you staring at?!" Martin scowled, huffing slightly.
"N-Nothing Martin... Just," Danny hesitated, swallowing nervously, "Well, I...."
"WH-?!"
"Fuck it."

And with that, Danny crashed his lips against Martins, stifling his sudden outburst. He pressed his lips against his eagerly, whimpering hungrily as he raised his hand to stroke Martin's cheek tenderly, his fingers tracing over the Slovak's face.

Martin was shocked; he never expected this much from Danny, except care. Yet now, the Dane had his hands underneath Martin's shirt, scratching harshly at his toned stomach.

That was going to hurt in the morning, Skrtel was sure of it.

Danny's lips traced down Martin's neck, his teeth grazing the skin feverishly, his attempts to push the Slovak's shirt away from his stomach a relentless battle. He finally got Martin free of his fabricated nightmare, throwing the shirt across the room, his hands pushing Martin's shoulder's against the wall harshly.

Martn found himself groaning helplessly, arching his neck hungrily. He found himself almost apprehensive, awaiting what the Dane had planned for him. Butterflies began to form in his stomach as Daniel traced his tongue up his temple, which had now formed slight droplets of sweat from the heat in the room, which seemed to have trebled ten-fold in Martin's mind.

Daniel had pulled his own shirt off by the time Martin had blinked. He had a sadisitc smirk on his face, one that Martin couldn't quite decipher, but it was sure of one thing, there wasn't anything sharp in Daniel's poclets, although his could feel something pressing against his thigh quite harshly.

Another throaty groan emerged from the Slovak's mouth, his slender fingers raking into the Dane's back. The Dane responded, his fingers fumbling clumsily with Martin's belt buckle.

Jeans off. Boxers to go.

"Martin, Touch me... Please Touch me."

The growing bulge in Danny's shorts became almost unbearable for the Dane. His whimpers as the Slovak pulled frantically at the fabric, pulling it to the middle of his thighs. Martin smirked, pulling away from the gasping Dane, before pulling his own boxers off agonisingly slowly, watching Danny's lustful face, before bending slightly before him, growling.

Danny didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Martin was such a complete cocktease, and Danny couldn't stand it. Yet, the way the younger man looked back at him, his eyes wide like a lost child, just made Daniel even more aroused. The preparation was fast, Danny feverishly gripping his boyfriends hips, scratching passionately at the supple skin beneath him. Even his fingertips were throbbing with excitement as he slid the first finger into Martin, the Slovak's only reply a throaty whimper, his muscles contracting.

To feel that overwhelming warmth on his fingers as he introduced the second was almost too much for Danny, the pre-cum seeping from him early as he eventually brushed his erection against Martin's hamstring, the Slovak moaning softly, groaning in the dirty Danish Danny had taught him the time they'd had phone sex on international weeks.

Once he was fully in. It was blissful.

Danny loved looking down at Martin, their blue eyes locked firmly in a lustful battle. Martin's lips would always be slightly open, his eyelids heavy as a low groan seeped out of the younger boy's body. His skin had become insatiable for the Dane, as he rolled his hips, sinking his teeth into Martin's neck, met by a loud hungry groan.

The boy below him had been moaning and whining for it to be faster, harder, becoming almost like a rag doll as he rocked up against Danny's touch,his own erection being seen to by the dane, his rocking and stroking movements in sync, as he became more erratic. Martin brushed back eagerly against Danny, his moans and pleads becoming desperate, as Danny scratched at his already red stomach.

The Slovak had started to shiver, his body becoming tense as he found himself on the brink. He whined desperately, his breath hitching as he thrusted himself into Danny's hand. His face was pressed up against the cold tiles of the wall, his knuckles almost white from grabbing hold of the counter so tightly. His pleads became almost shouts as Danny slammed into him torridly, gasping.

Danny couldn't hold on anymore. He gasped as Martin's muscles tightened violently around his cock as he felt his sperm bubble up from his sensation-overload. He choked on his final groan, climaxing, the blood rushing to his head as he came, his hand feeling the warm sticky cum that his boyfriend had just spilled onto his hands, his smirk widening.

He pulled out of the Slovak, pulling his boxers back up as he watched his boyfriends reaction. Martin straightened up, his lip bleeding from his attempts to stifle his noise by biting it, his torso raw from your impassioned fingertips. He looked torn apart, just the way Danny liked it.

"Did Nando teach you that?" Martin approached, swaying his hips amarously, wiping the blood away from his insatiable lips.

"Well," Danny smirked, licking away the sperm from his fingers, shrugging. "Most of it yeah..."

Martin laughed softly, wrapping his arms around the Dane's waist, sighing. "Damn Spaniard and his cute-ass ways."

"Cute ways huh?" Danny smiled, kissing Martin's forehead softly. "You're not making it any easier for yourself... I still think you fancy him, don't you? You fancy the blonde bombshell that is Fernando 'Hairless legs' Torres?"

"Shut up Danny."

Let's See...

Mon, 29 Sep 2008 17:24:14 GMT

Haha. What do we need to know about me eh?

Full Name: Fallon Courtnii Ellis-Murray Reichmann
Date of Birth: 15th February 1993.
Parents Names?: Markus Joachim Reichmann - Mary Ellis-Murray.
Height: 5ft1?
Mobile Number (because you guys totally want it. *rolls eyes* Nah, I just want friends that ring me :/): Ask. (:
E-mail: c.schweini25@live.com

Well, I had this cracked up dream that I could sum up in three words.

Skrtel, Sperm, Blindness.

): Fucking. Awesome.

Wed, 10 Sep 2008 17:40:26 GMT

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANNA!

*Throws Confetti And Bojan*

Fic to come later! LYL.

For now, Have some Skrtel and Reichmann Love!

Pixie Head. :D

We've been Contaminated.

Mon, 25 Aug 2008 15:17:53 GMT

Now then. xD
As Anna quoted, Me and Pauline, who are from the lovely county of Oxfordshire, do a lot of Damage to her ovaries (XD Rofl.) And she asked if there was something in the water. I think there is, if you're born in Oxford you're immediately blessed with a overwhelming Charisma. Since me and Pauline were born in two very different cultures, and NOT in Oxford, I don't think we have it some how. xD

But then again, I think our randomness has come from being pressurised to be academic brain-boxes. *ahem* ~~Tessa Walker.~~ And now it produced this. And Pauline. Of Course.
But there we go. Shall we proceed with posing pictures of me and Pauline? My buddy of mine?

Profile.

Name: Pauline Marie Nicole Santos Velasco
Date Of Birth: 12th June 1993
Place Of Birth: Some Mud-Hut in the Philippines. :D
Shoe size: 5.
Bra Size: 34A. ~~I must get her fitted.~~
Height: Too Bloody Short! :D
Scared of: Being Raped By Courtnii. (¬.¬)

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Favourites.

Favourite Colour: Green.
Favourite Ginger: Courtnii.
Favourite Quote: "Wahai! He's Naked!"
Favourite German: Courtnii.
Favourite Club: Liverpool.
Favourite Jew: Courtnii.

This is Pauline Marie Nicole Santos Velasco. (:

The only friend who has a name to rival mine. (:

Ha. For once she's actually trying to use her brain. (:

And she's very amused by camera's. Seems to run in the family eh?

And She's got a body that I want. Badly. ):

Okay, so onto Comparisons.

This picture was taken two years ago at the local university! (:

Haha, and here she is about a week and a half ago, How fit is she? and her Sexy Legs. :D

Ha. See what I mean? Gorgeous isn't she?

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Profile.

Name: Courtnii Fallon Ellis-Murray Reichmann
Date Of Birth: 15th February 1993
Place Of Birth: Munich, Germany.
Shoe size: 4/5.
Bra Size: 34D/E. Depends where I go to get it.
Height: Too Bloody Short! :D
Scared of: Tessa Walker.

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Favourites.

Favourite Colour: Red.
Favourite Ginger: John Arne Riise.
Favourite Quote: "In the name of Miroslav Marian Klose!!"
Favourite German: Michael Ballack.
Favourite Club: West Ham United.
Favourite Jew: Yossi? xD

This is me. Courtnii Fallon Ellis-Murray Reichmann.

Haha, I like to Pose a lot.

Haha, And Grin, Wierdly.

"Ayam a lion, hear me RAWR!!!"

The pose of Heroes.

and Now onto the Courtnii Comparisons.

Hehe. That was at my friends 13th Birthday party. ):

Yes, before you say anything, I'm still fat. Yes.

And... This is me at my happiest, with Nick, the dude who thought I spoke NO ENGLISH. (=

...

We're cool. Admit it.