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MimiManiacal
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02-24-2009, 06:31 AM
Things to know
..:: My name is ::..
Marc Nicholson
..:: But you can call me ::..
Marc
..:: My last cake had ::..
17
Things that stand out
..:: I stand at a full ::..
5’5
..:: I weight a full ::..
122
..:: My hair is ::..
Black
..:: My eye color is ::..
Blue-Green
The personal stuff
..:: I love ::..
Messing around, candy, latte’s, pot, kisses, dangerous situations, raves, getting groped and making out with total strangers…I swear I’m not a slut.
..:: I hate ::..
Too much emotional involvement, clinginess; although that doesn’t include my clinginess, fruit punch, flavored condoms…
..:: Things I do without my noticing ::..
Apparently I click my tongue ring against the back of my teeth. I mumble under my breath, and whimper a lot during certain activities.
..:: I’m pretty much like ::..
I can be pretty bitchy and whiny. I care mostly about myself, and can be really selfish. I disregard others feelings, and tend to act like others are inferior. I can be really blunt but if someone is mean to me I tend to get all pissed off . I can dish it out but hell will freeze over before I take any criticism.
My History
..:: I was born on ::..
February 3, 1992 (The day the music died)
..:: In a place called ::..
Brooklyn, New York, USA
..:: My past made me who I am ::..
I was in the system, if you don’t know what that means then I’ll just have to enlighten you. I was a foster kid from the time I was about 7 or so, I can’t remember if I was taken away from my mom after or before my birthday. Anyways my Mother was a huge meth addict, she was more concerned with getting high and banging anything in pants that she never really took care of me and my little sister Laura. Being an idiot my mom decided to start selling herself for her drug money. Big mistake. Apparently she ended up picking up an undercover police officer, and once they got back to the house, well you know what happens right? “You have the right to remain silent” type deal. My sister and I were taken into custody and eventually were split up, a family wanted Laura but apparently I didn’t reach their standards…the bastards. Anyways I was tossed from family to family, some liked me, some didn’t. Eventually I ended up with Margaret, she’s pretty awesome, she adopted me about a year ago. She runs an art studio and apparently I am pretty damn good at sculpture, cause I was accepted at a school abroad.
Want to get a little more personal?
..:: I lust ::..
Men…maybe a girl depending on how adventurous I am being at the moment.
..:: Do this for me ::..
Piercing, tattoo’s, toned muscles, I am a sucker for a guy with a slightly deeper voice, I am not talking James Earl Jones…more like Antonio Banderas, he has a sexy accent too. Accents, that is another thing, mostly accents from the United Kingdom….English boys are hot.
..:: Don’t even think about ::..
Chewing with your mouth open in front of me! Don’t ever talk with your mouth full, the sound drives me crazy and I will not hesitate to compare you to a cow. Body odor is just gross, there is masculine scent and then there is just stinky, you must know the difference.
..:: My love is ::..
Erm…no one yet.
My class schedule is…
..:: Class one ::..
Art
..:: Class 2 ::..
French
..:: Class 3 ::..
Ceramics
..:: Class 4 ::..
History
..:: Class 5 ::..
Fashion Design
..:: Class 6 ::..
English
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