twenty-one years ago on march the seventh, kaydin marie osbourne was the first and last child born in manhattan, new york to a man and woman who never wanted to be parents in the first place. bred solely for the ever so taxing lifestyle of a big city trophy wife, annette osbourne paid little attention to the baby girl unless doing so was absolutely necessary... and honestly, it very rarely was. with a mother who resented her for the unwanted stretchmarks lingering around her once taught belly and a father who spent virtually all of his time at work diddling his busty secretary, kay was left in the capable hands of disgustingly overpaid nannies who's love came at a high price. perhaps due to the lack of warmth from the two people in this world who were supposed to love her unconditionally, the first of many personalities came forth in the form of an irrational and bratty ten year old girl. refusing to give up until all of her ridiculous demands were met with the aid of earth shattering temper tantrums, attention was something she coveted from those weak enough to give it (for she gave up entirely on trying to interact with annette and jason when was she was only seven) and inanimate possession started to become something of a clutch which she still leans on heavily to this day. upon turning twelve years old, her parents finally decided to give up on their pathetic excuse of a married. against her will the fading beauty queen with delusions of grandeur was pushed out of her ex husbands lavish penthouse and into a more modest dwelling in longport, new jersey. not only that, but in one fell swoop the role of mother and sole provider for someone completely dependant on her was dumped unceremoniously into her lap. instead of rising to the occasion like she really should have, kaydin's mother started regarding the little girl as more of a protege and young confidant as opposed to a child in desperate need of a solid female role model. having already taken on the identity of a hollywood diva over a year ago, annette's constant need to dress her daughter up like an ultra stylish barbie only fueled her newly emerging need to disconnect herself from the world.
these days, kaydin still likes to hide behind the image of a fashionable starlet.. but upon moving out of her mothers apartment to start life on her own, the brutal harshness of the real world came at the poor girl like a kick in the teeth. she suffers fro a mild peter pan syndrome in the sense that she still tries to hold herself back from growing up completely. college is something she flatly refuses to think about at the moment so instead she focuses all of her time and energy into working random job that alternate every couple of months due to her inability to stay interested in one thing for too long which is precisely why most of her past relationships crashed and burned shortly after take off. currently she's working as a cashier at american apparel where she constantly walks the line between offering helpful fashion advice to shoppers and getting fired for being unfathomably rude since she seems to lack any type of mental filter. not even a week ago she was put on probation for informing a customer that muffin tops weren't in season! on top of that she's doing the best she can to soften her bitter outlook on the world she hates so fiercely by spending time with man's best friend at a doggy day care. even with two jobs that eat away at the majority of her free time, she still somehow manages to go out almost every single night and drown herself in the local party scene. she's the type of person who has an extremely addictive personality so when kay loves something, she fucking loves it whether it be a living person or one of her many vices. there isn't anything she wouldn't do for the few friends she's managed to hold onto throughout her difficult teenage years and by giving so much to those relationships, it's extremely hard to let new people into her complicated world because she feels that making new friends goes hand in hand with pulling back little pieces of her heart that others already laid claim to years ago. despite being mildly self obsessed, her intentions are good even if it takes a trained eye to know when she's making a genuine effort.
things she loves.
turn tables. fab and all things related. being a self admitted shopaholic. buying countless pairs of shoes, purses she can practically fit into, and other accessories even if it means living off ramen until her next paycheck. slamming hard liquor. specialty beers. orange gum drops. skull candy. your insides. arguing until the sun comes up. chain smoking like a mother fucker. the way the air smells right before a storm. dominating the beer pong table. king's cup. girls with pretty faces, bangin' bodies, and low self esteem. camping out on her patio. sasha grey and belladonna porn. an occasional line or two of whatever nose candy she can obtain for free. acting like a celebrity in her own warped mind. wearing sunglasses morning, noon, and night to keep people from delving too deep. her fennec fox, momo. the impure thoughts she has about jenna jameson and megan fox. watermelon jolly ranchers. wearing leggings as pants at least three times a week
