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so, this is the paragraph where i'm suppose to win you over. i'm suppose to tell you how my venacular is sick, and how I know a billion big words. and how all I care about is money. oh, and you cant forget about the part where I talk about males and how they're only good for penis. then, after that's through, im suppose to explain to you how i'm a bad bitch, and how no other myspace hoochie is fuckin with me, and other egotistical things of the sort. and then...-thinks. oh yeah. im suppose to tell you extra super random things about me that you, 9 times out of 10, could care completely less about. welp, I could give a shit and two fucks about how you feel about me. the name is kashmir. im 19. imma chubby ass cool chick. I eat, work, sleep, and I get it in ohio. p.s. im ON the market. =]
