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>Younger sister------> pekko1224


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HI!
Do I know you? No? Ohhhhkay. Then I’ll introduce mahself.

The name’s Anna, cats. Yeah, I could be like all you others and say my name ish something like “Homie G Poptart Toaster Strudel” (Who the fuck would name themselves that???? >_> ) Or “Kitsune Cutie” or whatever the shit, but no, my name is Anna. Awwww, too boring for you kids with cool anime derived names? Then get the fuck somewhere else if you can’t be real.
XD I love people. No. I hate people. It’s a love hate thing. If someone can’t take the time to sit down and find out who I really am, there is no reason I should have to do the same. To wait on someone forever for them to take you for who you are… There’s no time in the world for that. It’s not being selfish, it’s knowing who will really stay by your side forever apart from the ones that will continue to test you to see if you are worthy of friendship. Fuck that. So please, if you’d like to get to know me, actually PUT EFFORT into finding out who I really am. Humans are complex-ass beings.
That’s just a short shpiel about my outlook on making friends, I suppose.

LIFE… Is WAY too short to make complicated. Think about it… You only have about 80 years to live, if you’re on a good run. Thirteen of those are spent in school. Atleast a couple are spent on finding yourself, or finding a job, or going to college, or whatever the fuck. Half of the rest of the time goes to sleeping, or partying. And most of the other half goes to work. There is hardly any time in all of that to just sit and relax anymore. So really, find some time to kick back and look at all you’ve done, and all you will do. Accomplishment is a great feeling, but the road taken there and all the successions beforehand give me an even greater feeling. In the end, I take it from Spike Speigal, “Whatever happens, happens.”

Okay. Cool. If you’ve read through that, then you can read the fun stuffs now!!!!! XD
I.Love.Hair. I love cutting (or should I say HACKING), styling, dying, bleaching, Gatsby-ing, putty-ing, whatever-else-y-ing HAIR. It’s a passion. *o*

I.Also.Love.Cars. :] Honda? YES PLEASE. Get this… I used to drive a 1992 Lexus sc400, yesh, my two door sexy ass luxury sports car.

But then, before my eyes, it disappeared into the hands of an old Asian man. -_-‘’ And then? I got a 1994 Honda Accord (cd5 anyone?) ._. Speak of downgrade. I can’t melt when going under tunnels anymore because my dashboard doesn’t have those sexy wooden-style pieces anymore… No more soothing leather seats that make me look like I’m dumped in my seat. BUT!!!! The Honda is reliable. And a gas-saver. And I loves it so.

Speaking of cars, I HATE people who can’t just be happy they’ve got something to get them from point A to point B. Who the fuck cares what you drive anyway? If they do, tell them to fucking walk if they'd rather complain. :D

Get at me, kids

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I also love food. And sleep. XD They make any grumpy person a little bit happier. I love music tchu; it keeps me sane when I feel I’m slipping from reality.
I draw. I make music. I work. I cut hair. I work out (squat 2hunny :0). I can’t swim. I’m scared shitless of fireworks. Sometimes, I like to turn up rap music really loud at stoplights when parked next to old people just to get a reaction.


I’m completely random and have extremes of any mood at any given time. But mostly, I’m just some normal teenager who needs to have an energy drink occasionally.
Speaking of. I don’t drink. Or smoke. Or do drugs. Who the fuck has spare money to waste on body-killing shit that kills cells and sperms. Sperms? I dk. But I don’t like any of it. So please, don’t come around me with that shit. I’ll fucking smack it out of your hands and tell you to turn around and walk the other way. :D
Get to know me. Th3_mach1ne_gun.


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