I'm Michelle
There's a couple of things you might need to know in order to pretend you know me. :D
I have an uncommon and possibly perverted love for Batman. Anything Batman...Batman Batman Batman!
Finally gotten use to having a big giant butt. Like no joke. It's big. And I got tree trunks for legs. =/
(That means if you see me, I'm usually in tights. Cause jeans don't come in size "Hispanic.")
I get excited when I get new pencils and erasers.
Frosted Flakes is the beeeest!!
You are only allowed into my house if I reaaally like you. Because my house is a fun house. And alot of silly and stupid shit has gone down at "The House Of M"
(I am also a comic book geek. Shhh)
I've found myself to be rather comfy to rest on, according to what other people say when they use me as a pillow, whilst they play video games.
I like to bite and pinch everyone. And I say things that should only be thought about. And sometimes I rawr and walk around like a dinosaur! :)
I'm very tiny. I think I'm one of the shortest people in my group of friends. =/ I need to meet a midget.
Love my boyfriend. We use to get in to "Ghetto Brawl" fistfights. That's love.
My friends mean the world to me. Even though majority of them won't even think twice about me. =/
People think that I hate my own work and I down myself. I call it being humble and leaving room for myself to grow. No one else agrees with me.
I reeeaally don't like girls attempting to talk to my boyfriend. Like, I'm not jealous of regular shmo's he would talk to. I'm talking about talk talk. Like "HeY Pa XxXx"
I mean c'mon. I'm known for breaking faces. No Kidding. I will hurt you in such a way that it would have never made it worth talking to him, now that you'd only have one eye and three teeth. LOL <3
I'm always sleepy. ALWAYS.
I'm weird. Just weird. I don't like going out too much. I like everyone coming to me. I've usually moody and keep to myself. Then I'll be outgoing and begging to go out and parteh. I don't know what's wrong with me.
And as always, the glass is ALWAYS have empty.
