SuckMyKiss

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I'm 18 years old! Barely legal. Ahaha! && Although I'm still a teenager I can safely say that I am mature in some aspects of life... Some... I don't think being blunt && truthful about things should categorize someone as bitchy. But just because I can be rude doesn't mean I can't also be a complete sweetheart. The first couple times you meet/hang out with me I will either be totally shy && quiet or talk up a storm. I am a really nice girl. I'm funny && weird && quirky if I do say so myself! Aside from a cursing habit I say "hombre", "dude", && "&& stuff like that" frequently. I have possibly the weirdest yawn you'll ever hear. Sometimes when I'm super hyper, when I get nervous, uncomfortably comfortable, [shut up it makes sense to me] or something tastes good I make weird noises && do my happy dances. Well, okay. I do happy dances all the time. It all depends on how my day is going or whatever music is playing. I've been told that I'm the perfect example of a Gemini. My mind is almost always "in the gutter." Therefore, my favorite word is 'penis'. My favorite non-perverted word is 'wicked'. My family && friends are first && foremost when it boils right down to it. I cannot explain anything well: stories, poems, jokes, what have you. I love natural highs. Making a decision is an art I'll never "mastahhh". Boxers over briefs. Period. I take A LOT of things for granted so don't get all fucking butt hurt if I don't make it known how much something means to me. I'm impatient most of the time. Why waste life waiting? I don't care about politics. Sometimes my compliments are taken as insults but I don't mean anything rude by it. Or do I? Ah well, don't stress on it because in the end you'll never now... Besides I insult myself all the time. If you can't laugh at yourself I think you don't deserve to laugh && you've got some anal probing issue going on behind the scenes. I lack common morals && I'm not big on considering the consequences of my so called "stupid" actions, as they say... Whoever they is. Damn they. I hate fighting but I'm definitely not one to be pushed around. I realize that I'm extremely hypocritical about one thing or another but in this time we inhabit who the fuck isn't to some pathetic extent?
Main goal: Become a wicked awesome mortician that makes those dead bitches look alive! I wouldn't really call my future work bitches though...
Other goals: Learn the quickstep, become the best mommy I can be someday, grow my long hair back, get my shit together, live in San Fransisco, own my own funeral home, see RHCP in concert, get a shitload of wicked cool tattoos && some other shit I can't think of right now.
Biggest achievement so far: Sounds corny, I know, but I'm glad to be the person I am right now.
Special talent: Yet to be discovered.
Hobbies: Collecting teddy bears && making collages.
Current music obsession:
Molotov Solution, The Aquabats!, && The Hives
Perfect pastime: Laughing my ass off with my family && friends && dancing my funky dances, singing along to music when no one can hear me && making Mel laugh that one laugh every time I do something silly && he says, "God dammit Drea. You just make me laugh." See that? He DAMNS GOD! Haha! Oh man, just imagine if there actually was such a thing...
I have a BIG thing for:
Radeo Suicide, Zooey Deschanel, Danny Trejo, Marilyn Monroe, Bettie Page, Scarlett Johannson, Elvis Presley, sexy as hell modern pin up girls like Cherry Dollface, gory/bloody things, guys' facial hair, tattoos, men with bad ass stories to go along with their scars, sweethearts, && people who make me laugh my ass off.
Favorites:
Colors:
-Bright green, black, && yellow!
Insults:
-"You have problems."
-"I'm gonna shoot you [in the face]."
Sounds:
-The faint squeak a guitar gives off when rubs their fingers against strings while playing a song.
-Anthony Kiedis' voice.
-Bobby Hill's excited squeal.
-Paper burning.
Foods:
-My Dada's carne asada.
-Mexican food.
-My grilled cheese.
-Oranges/grapes.
-Strawberries/cherries.
-The Momma's lemon herb chicken.
Scents:
-John John's armpits.
-Strawberries && Champagne from Vickie See's.
-Strawberry Kiwi.
-Cinnamon. Mmmm.
I cannot stand:
-A group of 5 or more old ladies walking towards me. I always imagine them with their knitting threatening to knit me a sweater because it's chilly outside. It's fucking scary.
-Those Honey Bunches of Oats people. Every time I see that commercial I'm terrified to go outside because I imagine them strapping me down to the floor stuffing a spoonful of it into my mouth.
-Authority figures.
-Surprises.
-Fads.
-Teased hair, or as I like to call it, "a rat's nest".
-Being brought into drama.
-People who TyPe LiiKe DiiZ.
-Labels on any kind of containers or bottles.
-That shampoo always smells better than it's relative conditioner.
-Store brand && generic items.
-Dollar stores.
-The Bowlflex Dial-Up noise.
-Anything remotely religious. But hey, hey, I'm building a little tolerance for the bullshit.
-Being lied to or keeping things from me.
-People my own age who can't spell for shit.
-Running.
-Mascots. <[b>They scare the FUCK out of me!]
-Failing.
-Crying.
-Having my heart broken. [Wtf dumbass who doesn't?]
-Giving someone the capability to break me.
-&& "No."