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[Aug. 9th, 2010|02:44 am] |
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Story time! Gather around children!
So you want to know about me, eh? The great Ke$ha? Well here goes nothing, I love the attention and being the center of attention, attention whore? You got it mother fuckers!
So I was born March 1, 1987 to a punk rock singer of a mother and a sperm donor dad who has never showed his ugly mug to his now famous daughter. I mean, who the hell does that? I'm surprised the bastard ain't up in my face looking to be my daddy now that I have money. Oh well, fuck him. I was born in Los Angeles California, the great star creating state itself! When I was about three my mom moved us back to Nashville. I was raised there, listening to all the greats, Johnny Cash, Patsy Cline. I love them all. I used to watch my mama perform and thought.. I want to be that, I want to be up there making love to that microphone, singing my heart out to all those people.. eventually that dream has come true.
I am a stubborn, determined little girl. Always have been and always will be. I think I got that from my mom too. She used to tell me "You want it baby? You take it! Don't let ANYONE stop you or get in your way!" and I've had plenty of haters and fake people along the way but look at me now and look at you! Two years ago I aspired for the great purple one himself (Yes Prince) to produce my first album. I paid his gardener five bucks to let me shimmy under the fence, went right up to that house and in an unlocked side door, up to the third floor where he was making music with his band and sat there in a little throne till he noticed me and started yelling about how did I get in the house. I was thrown out of course but not before I left my demo! Of course he never produced it but that right there shows how the fuck stubborn I am!
We had a hard time, my little family unit and I. Constantly on welfare and foodstamps, my mom struggled to support my brother and I. When your pretty much a struggling musician it happens. But we made it through and I have made my family proud, even though at seventeen I dropped out of a very good highschool, was going to go to Columbia and be a Psychologist and everything but I HAD to do this, I had to try first.
Now, a lot of people call me trash, whore, disgusting, pervert, ugly, appalling, drug addicted, party girl, drunk, dirty, etc and think I am from the gutter or that I really 'brush my teeth with jack' and party all the time but let me tell you. It is all a persona. Yes, gasp again, a PERSONA. I am very much a sweet, intelligent, emotional woman underneath who is just eccentric, and a bit nutsy. I like my facade, if you don't you can kiss my ass. You'll see the real me once you can get past that and earn my trust. I have my own style, my own uniqueness that is me and no mother fucker on this planet can take that away from me! This is Kesha Sebert signing off.
I'm a nutty one, but I mean well..and the best part? The sirens are no longer coming for me.
Peace Out,
Ke$ha |
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