Author has written 3 stories for Twilight, and 1984.
I JUST WANTED TO MENTION THAT I AM NOT GIVING UP ON EITHER OF MY STORIES, ALTHOUGH I HAVE NOT UPDATED IN A VERY LONG TIME, I STILL PLAN ON CONTINUING. STILL, I AM HAVING TROUBLE WITH "TORTURE IS IMPOSSIBLE TO FAKE" AND WOULD APPRECIATE SOME IDEAS.
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Now I shall commence with the telling of myself. ME (plus or minus some exaggerations):
HOW DO YOU ‘WEAR OUT’ A NAME?:
My name is Mrs. Tricks Rabbit, although this pestering woman that lives in the same house as me and believes that I was spawned from her seems to think that my name is something that sounds like Ellie. I don’t know what that’s all about. (my name isn’t really Ellie, but my health teacher seemed to think so. He can’t read, but he teaches senior English. Afraid?)
I’m currently married to Mr. Tricks Rabbit, but I am planning on leaving him for his brother Bugs Bunny. He’s got all his cereal in all the right places.
My favorite cereal is Lucky Charms and think Tricks tastes like crap. (Lucky was just so short he couldn’t make his eyes go up farther than my chest).
I’M A VERY PASSIONATE PERSON:
My passions include: reading, writing, drawing/painting, taking long, dark walks through abandoned graveyards, spraying febreze air freshener, singing in the shower, and watching paint dry (preferably white paint).
‘OBSESSIVE’ IS A LOOSE TERM:
My obsessions are Twilight, Titanic, rock music, coffee, and pillows (they’re like marshmallows, just not eatable!)
GOAL (NOT SOCCER):
My goal in life would be to live in a van down by the river (if you go to my school you will be laughing you ass off right now!).
WHAT I WANT TO GROWL AT:
My dislikes include: split ends, those motion detector things that make noise when you pass by (scares me so much I think I’m going to piss my pants), people that have a problem with the word ‘snazzy’, and pillows that refuse to be fluffy (how can you be like a marshmallow if you’re not fluffy?!).
I DON’T IDOLIZE PUPPIES. WHO WANTS TO SUCK THEIR OWN CROTCH?:
My idol is the man that drives the garbage truck. He rock my socks so much, when he’s around, I’m barefoot.
I EMBRACE IT:
I have been called a bitch and emo more times than I can count, but I’m going to go with 2519572905483920, give or take a decimal point or two.
WORDS ARE LIKE RACCOONS, IF YOU DON'T WATCH THEM, THEY'LL BITE YOU IN THE ASS:
My favorite words are 'eatable' and 'shenanigans', simply for the sheer reason that someone decided to make them real words. And yes, there are such things as 'fake words'. I use them all the time.
Note: I also say 'mrowr' a lot. Kitties say that so it must be cool. Yet, unfortunately, it has yet to be added into our present dictionary. I'm also petitioning for the word 'smexy' for when 'sexy' is just not good enough.
I LIKE TO SMELL THINGS:
My favorite smell is coffee, my favorite coffee is hazelnut and caramel latte, my favorite sky is ours!
THEY NEED SOME SERIOUS THERAPY:
I have a considerable problem with communists and dictators. If you can’t say anything nice don’t say anything at all. Oh, and killing people in cold blood kind of gets on my nerves too.
I’M ON A MISSION LIKE JAMES BOND (MY THEME SONG'S IN THE SHOP):
My mission is to find all the non-fluffy pillows in the world and right the wrongs done to them that made them all flat and not fluffy.
I just fluffed my pillow. One down, 1,761,432,762,814,527,143,832,184,320 more to go. I think I’m making good progress.
NOTHING MORE PERSONAL THAN A FAVORITE COLOR:
My favorite color is purple. Like the one eyed one tailed flying purple people eater! (When I was in preschool and we learned that song, I was afraid that it actually existed and ran away from the music teacher.)
I have come to the very dunce realization that not many people read profiles to actually get to know the person writing it. And since I don't actually want you to know me, we can get along. I did use to have some information on me, but I took that off a while ago. I change my profile like the wind changes course (aka: often). But if you just happened to like some of the old and possibly humorous things I had on here, don't be afraid to ask me to replace it. I don't bite...hard.
RANDOM EXCITING INFORMATION: I was required to write a five paragraph essay in english class. What about you ask? drum roll please... MARSHMALLOWS! That's right, my english teacher actually gave me an assignment that allowed me to write five paragraphs about marshmallows! Now, some may call me crazy, but I think that was the highlight of my year. lol. Even if it is only January 11th as I'm writhing this... Oh well! ;D
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