My name is Natasha. I walk a long forgotten path that many tend to forget. My childhood was fu.cked up. My adolescent years were retarded. And my adulthood is new beginning.
I’m twenty-two years old. I am an immature mature adult trying to make it in this screwed up world. I hate stupid people, I dislike dumb people, normal people I can tolerate, and cool people are the shit.
I’m random as hell. I hate coffee, squash, and anything that slithers or moves in unnatural ways…snakes for example.
I’m weird, crazy, and I always laugh at dumb stupid people that trip over their own damn feet. I’m not afraid to laugh at myself. I’m not a bitch and I don’t have an ego trip. I’m simply me.
My favorite color is red. I hate cats, only because they conspire to take over the world.
I think zombies are cool, vampires are hot, werewolves intrigue my mind, and Johnny Depp is a sexy beast.
I’m book smart. I’m street smart. I’m both. In order to make it in this world you need both.
I have random thoughts threw out the day. I love chocolate. I hate peanuts, but I love peanut butter and Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, and when it’s that time of the month I always wish I was a boy.
I’m grateful I’m not a blonde. Thank God, Allah; whoever the hell s/he is that I was born with dark brown hair. My natural curly hair has a mind of its own. I hate it. Curly hair is a bi.tch. It’s also the devil. Praise Madame C.J. Walker for inventing the curling iron! She saves my life every day.
I have a shoe fetish. I love drinking Pepsi form Taco Bell only because I think they drug their pop.
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