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I'm Kristy. I'm twenty one. And, if you ask me how old I am next year, or the year after, I will still tell you twenty one. Yes, I plan on staying twenty one forever. I have probably one of the most adorable little boys you will ever meet. His name is Kade. His intelligence literally blows me away. I'm also unexpectedly expecting again, another son. I'm terrified of them growing up in today's world.

I'm definitely not the most talented person. Nor the funniest. Though I find myself to be utterly fantastic and one of the most hilarious people alive. I firmly believe that crude humor is the best humor and will giggle myself into an hysteria over someone farting.

I am addicted to change. I hate when my day is mundane and everything is the exact same, every day. Which is probably why I don't believe in set schedules and would rather wake up to my son then I would to an alarm clock. Hair dye is my drug of choice, with piercings coming in at a close second. Give me a few more months and I'll probably add tattoos into the mix. I'm still living in the past and firmly believe that torn jeans, screen tees, and teased hair are the absolute epitome of fashion. Seriously, I'm a huge fan of the late 80's and early 90's. HUGE FAN.
I've heard from far too many people that I can be too critical and rude. It's only because I'm trying to find flaws in you to make myself feel better. I apologize. Quit being so perfect and making me feel like crap. (insert faux-confidence smile here.) I believe in second chances. And thirds. And fourths. To put it point blank, no matter what you do, I'll eventually forgive you. I have horrible trust issues. Probably because in my past I've been one of the most untrustworthy people you will ever met. But I've changed. Therefore I'll hold out faith that you can to.

My mind goes literally about 354 miles a minute. It probably doesn't help that I refuse to function without some form of caffeine in my system. (I'm pretty convinced that I'd percolate coffee instead of bleed if I was every injured just due to the fact how many venti cinnamon dolce lattes that I consume on a daily basis.) I'm constantly thinking and analyzing every possible scenario to every possible situation of every single day. (Mostly about how fantastic of a hero I'd be if an armed gunman robbed the bank I was in. Seriously. I'd be like a jedi and save the day.) In attempt to slow my thoughts down I completely immerse myself into music. I listen to a plethora of artists, from Backstreet Boys to New Found Glory to Black Label Society to Mozart. Though indie/punk will always have a special place in my iPod.
I think PDA is vile. Seriously. I don't want to see your tongue being shoved into the back of someone elses throat. Holding hands is cute, but please refrain from butt grabs and feel-her-ups. You aren't the ones that will have to explain your actions to my son. Believe me, it's not a fun conversation to have with a four year old.

I'm just living to survive at the moment, taking it day by day. I don't know where I'll end up. But I can guarantee you it will be with a coffee in hand, headphones in ear, and a smile on my face.

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