yes, i know i have a few things on the border square thing with my picture. but that’s not all. aha. but to start off, my name is kristin, i am 14. i like stuff that’s cute, that meows, anything that’s good, i like food. i hate vegetables. my favorite thing to eat is chicken, preferably fried chicken. or breaded chicken. i am on tumblr 24/7. if i’m not asleep. i keep the tab open 24/7. i like to drink sprite. this is a little mixed up. but i am a mixed up person so whatareyagonnado. i am an EXTREMELY sarcastic person. i like watching comedy movies. i love scary movies, but i WON’T watch them at night unless i’m with a friend.. not even goosebumps.. but i am a very weird person. probably the most annoying person you’ll ever meet. if i don’t a get a text back within’ 10 minutes to an hour i have to immediately text back. i won’t go anywhere unless i take a shower. my cats name is milkshake / kiki. i usually call her kiki in a very manly voice. hehe.  but i get lovestruck easily. idk if i can actually say that. no i’m not in love. but i have been before. i mean i guess i can say that i still am. he knows i like him. but it’s like i’ve never liked anyone more than him. i got to know him and i got to like him more and more each time we talked. he’s came to my house. well i should say my old house. it was pretty awkward. either way, i’ll never lose my feelings for him. all the other guys i’ve liked have never given the feeling he’s given me, don’t take that in a provocative way, lol. i think he truly deserves someone good enough that will make him smile, and cry. not someone that makes him cut himself and get mad. a person that doesn’t cheat on him or flips out about the tiniest things or looks. i will never in my life date a person that i barely know or have known for less than a month. anyways, i’m ALL about the tree hugging, animal abuse (not abusing animals, preventing people from doing that), child abuse, anything that causes trouble. i try to make people feel better, sometimes people i can’t stand. i have raised up $46.06 for the animal shelter, i know you’re like “omg, she barely raised any money.” but just want you to know, it was in my neighborhood with the people i know or knew and it was some hard shit, one person even said “i’m sorry we have a fear of evil cats.” even though there was like 3 cats behind them. i know they were high though. ;p i used to be the girl that never danced infront of people or sang infront of people, i mean i guess i still don’t. but i’m less shy. i don’t dance unless there’s my favorite song or like the “wobble”. i don’t want to make a complete fool of myself. i’m not sure if everyone can do the thing where your hips can turn and do the circular things like strippers do, but i can do that. <-that made me sound like a wannabe stripper-> um, i get jealous easily, i don’t get mad easily. unless i’m already pissed off about something someone’s did or already done. i joke around with myself alot. i tend to brag alot, which i think is the WORST pet peeve i have, literally. i am completely straight. i have never dated a girl, nor will ever date one. i flirt alot, so don’t take it personally that i like you. i do silly things that piss people off. i cuss alot. i used to think i was miss perfect, it has gotten me absolutely no where. i usually think in my mind, “fuck what people think.” but i tend to forget that and dress my best to please everyone so they don’t think i’m a person that dresses cruel and repulsive. i want those shorts that go to your hips like those “hipster” girls wear. those are pretty cute. everything in my closet is different. i don’t get t-shirts anymore. i usually get flowy, baggy shirts. i don’t like how my body is shaped. i want a guy taller than me that plays basketball. and only basketball. i’m not racist. i’m extremely corny. i feel uncomfortable when a boy calls me baby, for some reason. i’m not all about the lovey dovey stuff. i know wishes don’t come true on exactly 11:11 but i wish anyways. now that its summer, i don’t give a flying fuck about what i wear, my homework. i’m just gonna sit the fuck back and relax. maybe even burn my homework. i am insecure about the upper part of my body, my lips are too small, my boobs are too small, my asdfghjkl;. i can go on. but i don’t want to gross you the fuck out. i will hit someone if i have to, if they piss me off to the point where i’m breathing super hard, and clenching my fists, i’m not stopping, i’m chasin’ after yo’ ass and you gettin’ yo’ ass beat. i don’t get why people go on anon and say shit to make other people feel bad about themselves, when their already crying and are insecure enough as it is. when i watch an inspiring movie, i get inspired, i mean obviously but then the next day, it’s back to not caring. as you can tell i’m an extremely weird person, i tell anyone what i need to tell them. i mean if you’re fighting on facebook about something stupid as fuck, i will stop it. but if it has something to do with bullying and putting someone “OUT THERE” i have nothing to do with it. i don’t want to grow up with highschoolers hating the shit out of me. i think i’m a gangster. i act like i’m black. i grew up in the “hood”. my brothers are literally wiggers. i’m sorry if you got offended. please explain all the fucks i give. that’s what i call white people that act like they’re black, and i’ll continue to call them that. i’m a wigger. i sure as hell don’t dress like one, but i type like one, talk like one. i listen to rap music, pop, techno, dubstep. i am a mixed music person. i try to please everyone. i buy stuff for people, expensive stuff. waste my money on people. my grandma gives me money to spend on myself, but i end up spending it on people. i’m not an active person. i don’t eat vegetables. except broccoli and spinach. i like honey with my chicken. i only eat the shell macaroni and cheese, NOTHING ELSE. the only reason i eat honey with my chicken is because when i grew up with my mom and her best friend KO <-she’s samoan-> they fixed rice with chicken, and i put honey on it and ever since i’ve loved it. if you’re gonna say shit about me, please come off anon so i can understand why. i come from a fighting family. my mom wrestled for wwf (now known as tna or tnt, not sure. don’t watch wwe as much anymore) the only fights my brothers have been is with anyone that talks bad about my mom. you can judge me all the fuck you want, all i’m gonna do is ignore it. usually if someone judges me and it irritates the fuck out of me, i don’t put my “caps lock” on i respond in a calm way and reasonable way. i was raised very greatly. my mom told me the only people she’s fought was boys in her whole entire life. and she told me one time she was in a gang fight, and they pulled out guns and pointed them at her and she responded, “Why don’t you stop being a pussy and fight with your hands.” that’s all she told me. i hate typing all this. i will love you so much if you have read all of this and haven’t gone to your dashboard. yes, my ear is ripped. i know this. i honestly want to wear gauges and earrings but i have to get my ear sewn back. i hope this has enough information for you. if you have anymore questions, ask me. xo