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i'm one of those girls who doesn't like other girls unless they're the same kinda girl who doesn't like other girls. i'm as old as you believe me to be, which could vary from 5 to 90. i enjoy being intellectually stimulated, sarcasm, and observing the human psyche. i believe it's the querky little coincidences and the times when two people say the same thing at once that make them compatible. some opposites may attract, but the perfect guy for me will win my heart with all the little details we unexpectedly have in common. i also believe the world today is shit, and most of our youth could use a giant spanking, or fucking belt lashing in some instances. i like to think about when i decide to have kids of my own... their friends' parents will be telling them about the britney spears concerts they attended, and how they wore pastel shorts with cheesy catchphrases printed accross the ass. i'll be telling mine about how i listened to their grandma's music and wore hemp jewelry with band tees and flip flops. they'll grow up in an environment free of the mainstream brain rot, and be little peace-spreading revolutionaries who hopefully influence the kids in their class to be the same way. my ideal time period to live in would of course be the 1960's, but i could've dealt with being a pilgrim just the same as long as hallucinogens were still injested as freely as oxygen. i contradict myself sometimes, but i think it's just because i'm open-minded and try to see the good in everything. i hate monotony and cliche bullshit but of course i'm a part of it. you are too. i probably want nothing to do with you if YoO tYpE lIkE yOo fAiiLeD oUtTa GrAmMaR sKoOL.. people like you deserve to be beat with a dictionary. it doesn't make you look cool, it just takes you longer and gives people headaches. not to mention it's really really ugly. i'm currently working on getting my diploma online. after that, my aspiration is to become a glass blower and sell beautiful, one of a kind bongs. i have really bad anxiety. really, really bad. if you're not an openly nice person, chances are i'll feel extremely uncomfortable around you and have a panic attack. the weed makes it worse and better, but even if it was just worse i probably wouldn't stop. prescription narcotics scare me a lot, so i don't really receive any treatment for it. i just try to stay in positive environments with people who are all about spreading the love. hard to find people/places like that around here (scum central)... but i'm determined to find my never never land.