My name is Kimmy, and I have a face.
If you're remotely curious about what I look like, enjoy this picture of my best friend and I after our High School Graduation.
I'm on the left, and my best friend is on the right. I have to specify this because if I don't, often times people mistake us for being twins.
And by, "people mistake us for being twins," I actually mean, "people would never think we were even distantly related in the slightest."
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Hmm, other random facts...
I play piano pretty well, I'm convinced it's physically impossible for me to tan, and I eat people on a regular basis.
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Anyway, to continue! My best friend, featured in the picture above, is named Julie.
Together we seek Jesus in the form a motion-sensing light in her backyard, swear profusely around each other, and valiantly risk our lives jumping off cliffs in Canada. We also eat dumplings. GOOD dumplings.
Be mean to her, and expect to find yourself bald tomorrow morning. Unless she kills you first. Then expect to find yourself dead, then bald shortly afterwards.
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I am taken by a wonderful young man by the name of Jean-Luc.
I've never met anyone like him in my life, and he does things I only wish I could do. I love him dearly. He'll be at Parris Island for Basic Training for the next couple months, but before long, he'll come back home as a Marine.
I am a proud supporter of the U.S Marines.