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Gender	Female
Industry	Arts
Location	IL, United States
Introduction	I joke way too much and hit people from time to time. . I am a cancer. .as long as you don't piss me off you are in the clear. .but if you do get the fuck out of the way. .I am not a bitch - never met someone who didn’t like me (not to sound completely conceited). .unless they are shallow and their head is stuck so far up there ass it is difficult for them to take a breather. . but anyway . . I am very laid back and have a life like any other American gal . . . . except for the fact that I’m strange as fuck.
Interests	x - music x - singing x - I do anything and everything that is pointless x - alchie x - ciggs x - cursing like a drunken sailor x - school x - work x - attempting to play any instrument
Favorite Movies	My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
Favorite Music	anything with a beat. . . . xcept for new age country music. . . .sorry. . . .but kenny chesney can suck my left nut.
Favorite Books	autobiographies

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