About
I was raised a poor, black child on the streets of Japan. My mother was a hamster and my father stank of elderberries. I was carried to America on a line held between the dorsal guiding feathers of two African Swallows. As a small child, I feasted on the heads and souls of the innocent. I had a pet alpaca (closely related to the llama) named Elroy. My guardians were a Knight who Said 'Ni' and the wife of a famous late historian. They died after I invented the oven. I then moved back to Japan and became SAILOR MERCURY, where I died in a tragic lollipop accident
This has been a bunch of crack.
In reality, I'm just another way-too-smart, procrastinating, ditzy, artsy, doodling [expletive deleted]-year-old girl who has a bit of free time on her hands and a taste for Monty, just like you.
Journal
Kristi's Daily (kinda) Hyperactive Rant!
Beware: Random Rants Await Ye. Ooooh. Alliteration, almost.
Hi I'm Kristi! I like to rant. Come rant with me. Rant, rant, rant, rant, rant, rant. I'm just gonna rant! 'Cause all I do is rant! Raaaaaaaaaaaaant.
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Cuteness thanks to sakura_is_cute. PHANKYEW!![/align:f4e7cb6727]
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