i dont know.

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[a]ge: 16
[b]estfriends: elyi
[c]hoice of meat: its weird, but i love corned beef hash.
[d]ream date: sitting in the woods in the rain just talking
[e]xciting adventure: life after high school
[f]avorite food: mac n cheese
[g]reatest accomplishment: none
[h]appiest day of your life: the day i met adam
[i]nterests: its over there <------
[j]ello: EW!
[k]ool aid: i hate kool aid
[l]ove: i wanna be in it
[m]ost valued: the neclace around my wrist
[n]ame: kayt
[o]utfit you wore to school today: my dollhouse jeans that keep falling off my long sleeve black shirt and my him shirt.  and my black op hoodie
[p]izza topping: peperoni
[q]uestion most asked: why?
[r]adio station: y 100 though im not a big fan of the radio
[s]port: youre kidding right?
[t]elevision show: csi
[u]r favorite song: anything smashing pumpkins [i dont really have a favorite song]
[w]here you live: lansdale
[x]yz: pdq?
[y]ear born: 1988
[z]odiac sign: gemini

edit-4.51
i really just dont know.  im so fucked up.  why do i always do this?  and why the fuck is it always the same god damned person that starts this for me?  i just dont get it.  well fuck it.  what ever happens happens.

</3 kayt.