Onions Have Layers. So do Ogres, and Parfaits.
LAYER ONE: On the Outside
Name: Martini
Birth date: April.....19th?
Birthplace: San Diego
Current Location: Russia.
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Brown/Blonde
Height: 6'0"
Righty or Lefty: Right
Zodiac Sign: Aries, The Ram
LAYER TWO: On The Inside
Your heritage: Half-Spanish, and the rest is English, Irish, and French. Really, I'm just all-American
Shoes you wore today: *Looks down.* Boots.
Your weakness: Vanity
Your fears: Doctors
Your perfect pizza: Everything on it, including anchovies and pineapples.
Goal you'd like to achieve: Living. I appear to be doing quite well at it.
LAYER THREE: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
Your most overused phrase on AIM: Bunnies!!
Your thoughts on first waking up: How the fuck did I fall asleep in the first place??
Your best physical feature: My eyes.
Your bedtime: Never!
Your most missed memory: Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most.
LAYER FOUR: Your Pick
Pepsi or Coke: Coke.
McDonald's or Burger King: Mickey D's, all the way.
Single or group dates: Neither. Orgies.
Adidas or Nike: Either.
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Neither.
Cappuccino or coffee: Cafe, por favor.
LAYER FIVE: Do You?
Smoke: No.
Cuss: Hell yeah.
Sing: Only in the shower.
Take a shower everyday: If the hot water would work consistently, I would.
Have a crush(es): Not currently. Already got myself a guy.
Think you've been in love: Think, yes. Actually been in, .....no comment.
Like(d) high school: Never went. Booyah.
Want to get married: I'll get back to you on this one.
Believe in yourself: What are you, my therapist? The question is not if I believe in myself, but if myself is even real to be believed in.
Get motion sickness: No
Think you're attractive: Well, big freakin' duh.
Think you're a health freak: Definitely not.
Get along with your parents: ......again, I feel like I'm in therapy.
Like thunderstorms: Nope. Too loud.
Play an instrument: No.
LAYER SIX: In the past month...
Drank alcohol: No. I plan to keep it that way. *Looks at Ric.*
Smoked: No.
Done a drug: Define "drug."
Gone on a date: Alas, no. Kinda hard to do in the frozen wilderness. Rictor, my slave, I command you to remedy this.
Gone to the mall?: No. They freak me out,
Eaten an entire box of Oreos: No. Now that this idea has been put into my noggin, it shall have to be acted out.
Been on stage: No.
Been dumped: No.
Gone skating: No. I'm far too uncoordinated.
Gone skinny dipping: No. Too cold
Dyed your hair: No. It's perfect as is.
Stolen anything: Define "stolen." Hey, anything anyone doesn't want taken should nail it down.
LAYER SEVEN: Ever...
Played a game that required removal of clothing: Yup.
Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Nope.
Been caught "doing something": Yeah. By like half the fucking camp!!
Been called a tease: Sure.
Got beaten up: Yes. By orderlies. Evil bastards, they got what was coming to them.
Shoplifted: Yes. It's quite exhilirating, everyone should try at least once.
LAYER EIGHT: Getting Older
Age you hope to be married: ...eh....
How do you want to die: Spectacularly
What do you want to be when you grow up: Idk, I'll never grow up.
What country would you most like to visit: Australia.
LAYER NINE: In a girl/guy
Best eye color?: Brown
Best hair color?: Anything
Short or long hair: Long.
Height: Shorter than me.
Best articles of clothing: How 'bout none at all?
Best first date location: The beach. Yes, I am that predictable, so what?
LAYER TEN: In The Numbers...
Number of drugs taken illegally: Huh. Can't remember.
Number of people I could trust with my life: A few. Main one being a guy who's name starts with R....
Number of CDs that I own: Alas, none. I lose whatever I get.
Number of piercings: None.
Number of tattoos: None. I hate needles.
Number of scars on my body: A few.
Number of children I want: Nada.