PEOPLE CALL ME:
. . . . YAZ / YAZI
LAST I CHECKED, I WAS A:
. . . . DUDE-MAN DEARY
I WOULD BANG A:
. . . . MAN WOMAN BOTH NEITHER
I COME FROM:
. . . . THE EFFIN` MOON, b***h.
I HAVE TOO MANY CANDLES ON MY CAKE:
. . . .1 5
I AM:
. . . . 5 FT. 3IN.
I WEIGH:
. . . . 1 O 7 LBS
I RAVE OVER:
. . . .GUITARZ + MUSIC + NAIL POLISH + EYE LINER + SAFETY PINS +
SHARPIES + ACCENTS + MEN IN TIGHT PANTS ( <33 ) + DUCT TAPE +
SHINY OBJECTS + STUDDED s**t + CHAINS + RAINBOWZ + STRIPES
I CRINGE OVER:
. . . .MUSCLES + SEEINGS WOMEN IN TINY SKIRTS + TOUNG PIERCES +
OBESE PEOPLE ( they'll eat me. Dx ) + CARROTS + HEAT + HUMIDITY
I TEND TO ACT:
. . . .USUALLY, I'M MORE OF THAT OLD-SCHOOL GOODIE-TWO SHOES. I HATE THAT ABOUT ME, IT DRIVES ME INSANE. LITERALLY, I FEAR. -- I BLAME MY HUGE GUILT ISSUES.--OH, YEAH. I'VE GOT LOTSNLOTS OF ISSUES. MENTAL ONES, OF COURSE <3 -- BUT EMOTIONAL ONES TOO. I'M RATHER SELF CONCIOUS, AND USUALLY WEAR BAGGY JACKETS TO HIDE MY SKIN AND TINY-NESS-NESS. 8D WHEN I'M NOT BEING SOME SORT OF BAD-a** OR GOODIE-TWO-SHOES, I'M BEING A HYPER LIL` SPAZ. I GET NERVOUS A HELLZ-LOT, AND I TEND TO "HIDE" IT ALL UP WITH BEING HYPER. D= WHICH, SADLY, TENDS TO TURN MOST MEN OFF. v__v IT'S HEART BREAKING, SOME OF IT. BUT IF SOMEONE CAN'T HANDEL ME WHEN I'M BEING A BALL OF [********] FLUFF AND JOY, I GUESS THEY'RE NOT FOR ME. -- YEP. YOU HEARD ME. I`M AN EFFIN BALL OF FLUFF AND JOY, WORSHIP ME.
MY STORY IS:
. . . . MY LIFE'S BEEN PRETTY LAID BACK AND EASY. NOTHING HARD -- WELL, NOTHING REALLY IN MY STANDARDS TO COMPLAIN ABOUT, AT LEAST. SURE, I'VE GOT A SINGLE PARENT, BUT I'M ALSO ONLY IN A FAMILY OF THREE, SO IT'S NOT LIKE I'M OVERWORKED, OR A SPOILED LITTLE ASZ EITHER. I LIVE WITH MY FATHER, MY MOM DIED WHEN I WAS 8 CUZ OF SOME DISEASE. -- LIKE HELLRIGHT I'D BOTHER TO REALLY LOOK INTO IT. I KNOW SHE'S DEAD, SO WHAT MORE IS THERE TO IT? THE ONLY THING THAT CAN BE HARD SOMETIMES TO DEAL WITH IS MY DAD. HE'S AN ALOCOHLIC. YOU KNOW, THE ONES YOU SEE ON TV WEARING BAGGY PANTS AND A BARFF-STAINED TANK, ALWAYS IN THE DISGUSTING, ROTTING, BLUE CHAIR? YEP. THAT'S DAD FOR YA. HE CAN GET SORTA ABUSIVE SOMETIMES, BUT IT'S SOMETHING I'VE LEARNED TO LIFE WITH. I GUESS IF ANYTHING I PITTY MY OLD MAN. IT WAS MOM'S DEATH THAT PUT HIM THROUGH HELL-N-BACK.
I'VE ALWAYS RESORTED TO MUSIC WHEN I WAS BORED, AND AOUT FIVE YEARS AGO I PICKED UP GUITAR. I'VE ALWAYS DREAMED ABOUT MAKING IT TO THE TOP ONE DAY, BUT AS OF LATE, MY HOPES SEEM TO BE WITHERING OUT. AFTER ALL, A CAR IS NOT A BEDROOM ON WHEELS.
I AM A:
. . . . SEME SEKE UKE
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . { PWN`D BY A CERTAIN DUMBASS BASSIST ].
