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Nightmare! Nightmare! OMG! Mommy! Nightmare!

Daddy! Daddy! I'm stealing! I'm stealing!
Oh, me? I'm Stefi.
[[Spell it right, or I'll bite cha.]]

I was born on Feb. 11 1992.
Thirteen minutes into the day, proving that I'm a pretty punctual kidd.

I want to be an artist. And a photographer. And a monster.

I'm brutally honest. I'll tell you if I love or hate you. And I'll be blunt about it.

I like bubble gum and rocket ships.

I am obsessed with music.
I die at school because I cant listen to it 24/7.
It's not my life, but it is my favorite thing in it.

I am a tiny person.
And I know it. It doesnt usually bother me.
But occasionally it gets annoying when you lames accuse me of having a eating disorder.
Im not anorexic or bulimic. Sorry to disappoint you bastards. Grr.

I KNOW HOW TO MAKE A YAWN.
[[its an inside joke. Dont try to know...]]

I dont want to grow up. I simply refuse to.
I want my shoe laces to trail behind me and to eat with my fingers.
Though, I think I can live without the snotty nose and messy face.

I love apple juice and phone calls.

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Bored.

My life is uneventful.

Yep. My life is uneventful. But its okay, I like it that way.
Why want a busy life?
Pointless.

Yep.
Yep.
Yep.
Yep.
Yep.

I had to put this so you know that I know my life is uneventful.
Better that I tell you then some stupid computer thingy.

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