I prefer to be called "Miss Manson" or "Spooky" over the internet, if you know me personally, then you know my real name. I'm quite short, but I don't let it get the best of me. I have slight OCD [Obsessive Compulsive Disorder], with that being said, if you type "lyke dis" I will ignore you, no questions asked. I hate it when people do not use correct grammar. I hate it even more when people use excessive periods to express themselves. A period pronounces the end of a sentence or thought, you do not have to use a million of them to end your sentence. I only have piercings in my ears right now [detailed to the left under "general"] I will have some more piercings soon, and I'm very excited. I believe in living my life to the fullest and taking chances, because you only live once. The only exception to this belief is drugs, I do not like them. I've seen them alter my friends personalities completely, and I don't like it. I don't have a problem with you doing them, so long as you do not shove or try to give them to me. I have no absolute religion, but I am not an atheist or agnostic. I believes in Satanism, in its manifestation of carnage, believing that we control our own lives, destiny and fate; not a higher being. I do not believe in an afterlife, nor the extension of our lives on earth. If you ask how old I am, you will not get the answer. Age means something, but not in the sense of intellect; you can be forty-five and still not be able to match the comprehension of a younger being. Intellect does not come with age, so with that being said, don't judge me on my age and I won't return the favor. Only attempt to contact me if you can hold an intelligent conversation. I am unhappily single, but that is not an invitation for you to jump on me and flirt. I am not ready for another relationship. Don't even bother asking if I will date, have sex, etcetera with you. It will never happen. I go into random downward spirals of what, to the outside world, seems to be "depression." In my mind it is just my breaking point of holding things inside for far too long. Thus far, only myself and one other person in the entire world have been able to actually drag me out from under my own collapsing world. I would like to give a huge thank you to that person, you know who you are. Anything else? Ask and you shall receive.

Being In Love. Cherry Dr. Pepper. Red. Rings. Dying my hair. Eyeliner. Texting. Being Held. Music. My Animals. Marilyn Manson. Ice cream. Sherbet. Rain. Thunderstorms. Shopping. Band T-Shirts. Movies. Hanging Out. My Friends. Make-up. Socks. Hipbones. Collar Bones. Long Hair On Guys. Green & Blue Eyes. Bats. Sleeping. Hugging & Kissing Winter. Fall. Sleeping In Someone's Arms. Piercings. Reptiles. Drawing. Abstract Art. Stripes. Blood. Talking On The Phone. Red Roses. Stuffed Bears. Cards For No Reason. Skittles. Cleanliness. Baking/Cooking. My White Stuffed Monkey. Axe Kilo. Keeping Dead Roses. Stars & Hearts. Massages. Halloween. Photography.

Bad Grammar. Bad Odor. Root Beer. Good Lyrics With A Bad Song. Birds. Being Lied To. Back-Stabbers. Mint Chocolate Chip. Annoying People. Ignorance. Arrogance. Plastic People. Insects. Having My Heart Broken. My Natural Hair Color. Science. Algebra. When Clothes Shrink. Feet. Too Skinny People. Animal Cruelty. Most Fast Food. Morning Breath. Yellow. Pencils. Spring. Summer. Feeling lonely. Mud. Blemishes. Running Out Of Eyeliner. Faded Black. Now Showering. Wet socks. Wet clothes. Too much cologne. House phones. Faded hair dye. My natural hair color. When my roots show.