Miss Adema

Oh, this will be fun. I'm Kelly, I'm 21, I live in Toms River, and odds are, you probably hate me because you don't know me, or because you're jealous of me. Whichever way, I probably hate you for a totally different reason.
I semi-live in Pine Hill at my apartment while I go to college for Veterinary Technology. I live the rest of the time in Toms River. I'm a NJ Certified Animal Control Officer (#1917) and NJ Certified Animal Cruelty Investigator (#250). I'm looking for a part time ACO position until I finish school but hey, if a decent full time job rolls around, I'm set. I also failed to mention I (unfortunately) work at Wawa full time. Ugh. Yes it is embarassing to admit that.
Let's see. I listen to loads of music, mostly hard rock and metal but I listen to some alternative, classic, rap, and pop. My favorite bands are Adema, The Birthday Massacre, and Korn. I also have a huge spot for Bruce Springsteen. My favorite movie is The Nightmare Before Christmas, and I love gorey horror movies. They're hot. As far as TV goes, I don't care for it much. The Sopranos and Degrassi is mostly what I watch, aside from anime. I listen to Opie & Anthony every morning and have been a faithful pest for about 8 years. I am also obsessed (to an extent) with Webkinz. I have 10 Webkinz and my sister has 16. We are awesome.
Speaking of my sister, I love my family to death. We have issues, but who doesn't? My pets pretty much get all of my love, lol. My car is fucking awesome. 2006 Hyundai Tiburon GT V6. She is my baby and I treat her better than people.
For the people reading that that clearly shouldn't be, move on with your life. It's obvious I cut you off for a reason, so fucking understand it. And if you're spying on me because you hear rumors, again, MOVE ON. I'm pretty sure you people should have more important things to do than read up on my internet life. :) By the way, instead of talking shit about me behind my back to all of your "friends" at work, and instead of bitching about me on someone else's Myspace comments (which is beyond fucking lame if you ask me), say it to ME. If you obviously have such fucking issues with me, then let ME know. Want to be a self-proclaimed hardass? Then grow some balls. Don't know me? Mind your own fucking business. Jealous? Shut your fucking mouth.