Post by MCKENNA FAY ZIMMERMAN on Nov 8, 2011 3:07:11 GMT
MCKENNA FAY ZIMMERMAN !?
'Loved by many I'm still lonely'
'Loved by many I'm still lonely'
hey there! so, tell us all about you... let's start off with the basics. what do we need to know?
"*laughs* You’re shitting me, right? You’re telling me you actually want to know about me? Well, it’s a first, so I’ll play along. Where do I begin? Okay, I’m McKenna Fay Zimmerman. Please for the love that is all fucking holy, don’t call me Mickey. Call me Kenna if you must, most people do. Even Fay works. Just not Mickey. You probably wouldn’t be able to tell just by looking at me, but I’m actually a mermaid. It sucks how every time I go to take a bath I turn into a fish. It took some getting used to, but I eventually learned all of the loop holes and whatnot. Gotta clean down there somehow, right? I mean damn. It’s not usual that a girl—you know what? Never mind. Anyways, what else? Okay, I’m 21. I don’t really give a fuck about the war going on, so you could count me as neutral, and I’m not sure what I am sexually. I have found some girls sexually attractive, but I have never actually fucked one, so *shrugs a shoulder* dunno."
so, a little birdy told me that you're pretty gorgeous... describe yourself.
"Yeah, right. A birdy. *rolls eyes* I mean, obviously you are able to see me. You can see that I have long brown wavy hair and green eyes. I got puffy lips, but they aren’t Angelina Jolie lips… Which are actually kind of sexy if you ask me. Anyways, back to what I was saying. Right, so why is it I’m describing myself? *waits for answer* Clearly you have no life, but okay, I’ll play your little game with no more questions. I have high cheekbones and a round button-like nose. My jaw is squared, but not too manly that I look unattractive. Some people don’t find me attractive, but who gives a fuck about them, right? Anyways, I’m five foot seven and I weigh…*thinks* shit, I don’t know, maybe a hundred and twenty? Something around there. I don’t like to keep track because I’d get obsessed about it like all the other chicks, and instead of that, I’d rather be getting shit faced without caring. I don’t really have a style. I just wear whatever I find laying around at the time. This girl once told me a look like some chick named Willa Holland, but I’ve never heard of her. You’d tell me if that was a bad thing, right? *raises eye brow* Good. So now what do you want to know…?"
i'm sure that your personality is something else completely, tell me all about yourself, can't wait to hear it!
"Mhm. Right. Has anyone ever told you that you’re a little too chipper? No? Well you are. Calm you fucking tits every once in a while, dude. There’s no need to be so jumpy when learning about people. Like, really, I’m not even that awesome. Just kidding, I’m probably the best person you’ll ever interview. *joking, but kind of serious* Anyways, likes you ask? Well, I like smoking because it helps me not want to slap idiots. I like being a mermaid while most people would hate it. Only at certain times does it ever really get in the way, but most of the time I like it. I like alcohol and lots of it, and parties are always fun to go to. Basically the nightlife of this shitty city. Christmas because I always get to see my dad, Reece’s and cartoons but only 90’s cartoons. You know the ones that were on Nickelodeon? Yeah, those. They were the best damn shows on when I was a kid, then they come out with shit shows and fuck everything up. Dislikes? That’s easy. Stupid people in general, whether they’re human or supernatural, snitches, back stabbing cunts that blame their shit on you and get you thrown into jail. Yes that happened. today’s music because it’s not even people singing, it’s idiots with money going up on stage and either talking, or “singing” into an auto tuner so their real voice doesn’t actually sound. Cell phones because they have only ever gotten me trouble. I have one, but I really only use it to talk to my dad, so it’s really never on me or in use. Fake people especially when they try to act all nice to you, when really they’re just assholes with no friends.
*sighs getting frustrated* Let’s move on.
Strengths? What’s that? Like…*listens to person* Oh okay, well I mean, I guess you could say I’m a strong person. I don’t really take anyone’s shit without at least fighting back a little. I ain’t a pussy basically. There’s already enough of them out there anyways. My dad calls me a general sweetheart but obviously it’s not directed at everyone. Mostly I’m only nice to my dad and my brother, but that’s only because they’ve had it rough enough without having some dickhead come in and make things worse. Besides, I love them, so why would I be an asshole to them? *clears throat* Also, I’m rational, meaning I’m a sensible person most of the time. *sighs* So yeah, that’s that. Weaknesses are that I’m extremely shut off from people emotionally, but that’s only because I have trust issues since asshole people sent me to jail. I’ll get to that later though. I also hold grudges and they are very rarely ever forgiven. I’ve just had experiences where I know people don’t change. They never will, and I’m not going to waste my time trying to believe that they will. *raises eyebrow* Habit? I don’t have any other than smoking and drinking. What? The eye brow raising? I never even noticed I do that… I guess it just happens when I am a little annoyed or something, I don’t know. Actually, I do have another one, which is running my hand through my hair and getting it out of my face. But really who the fuck wants hair tickling their face?
What’s next? Oh okay, well to be honest with you, I’m afraid of going back to jail. It was scary in there, and I had to take showers at certain times away from everyone else, and I was picked on a ton, and almost became someone’s bitch since I was so skinny and pretty. Didn’t happen though because I knocked that bitch out. *laughs* No one ever messed with me after that though. Another one? Well, I mean, hunters of course, but I haven’t yet had one bother to try and kill me yet. A secret of mine is that I almost killed someone while in jail. But I was only defending myself, so I didn’t get charged with anything which was a relief because I don’t know if I could have stayed there any longer. A desire of mine is to forgive my mom someday but I doubt I ever will, so…
Uh, you can tell how I am overall by just remembering all the shit I just said. So, do that because I’m not about to tell you all about me."
i would love to hear about your past, i'm sure it's oh so interesting...
"Okay, so I was born in December to my dad, Grady, and my mom, Jamie. They weren’t the richest of people, but they had enough money after paying bills to get me things that I desired. My brother, Spencer, was born a year after me. I’m not the kind of sister that is super protective over him though, since I know that would be really fucking annoying. Plus the kid can take care of himself. Anyways, when I was two my mom left my dad and us behind. She went to New York or somewhere and didn’t leave so much as a note that said goodbye. I hate her for leaving my dad like that more than leaving me and Spence. You can still tell that he thinks about it now, and he’s still hurt and wonders what he did to make her abandon us out of nowhere.
Whatever, she can go fuck herself for all I care. If I met her now I probably wouldn’t give a fuck because she left us, so why should I even give a shit about her at all? Anyways, dad raised us by himself. I wasn’t always so cold about my mom. In fact, when I was a kid, I looked for her. It was behind my dad’s back, of course, since I didn’t want to make him think about her even more. But I was a curious kid, so I had to look for her. I never found her though, which I think is more of a blessing than anything. So, during high school I got in with “the wrong crowd” as society likes to call it. They were the stoner kids basically. But they were the only kids that would talk to me since I was still that awkward kid and in the awkward stage between being a girl and a woman. So since they liked me, I did the same shit they did, and I actually really liked it. The drugs helped me get my thoughts away from my mom, so I did them every day.
So, a year and a half ago, I was hanging out with said “friends” out behind the biksheds, and the cops came. They basically ditched me with all of the drugs and alcohol and the cops arrested me. Only me. I got a year in county. While in jail, like I said before, I almost killed someone. That same someone was the one that tried to make me her bitch. This big chick with tattoos all over her body, who is also my roommate, tries to fucking rape me! I wasn’t having any of that shit, so I kicked her in the knee and smashed her head against the concrete wall. So that got me in some trouble, but since the guards knew I was only defending myself, I wasn’t convicted of assault or anything.
So a year later, here I am. Twenty one, living on my own, still partying, just not with the assholes that got me in jail. Basically I’m your normal girl. I just don’t fucking trust people now. The only relationship I have with someone is with my dad and my brother. Everything else is basically superficial (not true relationship with someone). Don’t like it, I don’t care. *smiles*"
who is the amazing mastermind behind the likes of you?
"swarley, you know all of them, if not there's a thread for that ♥"MEETING LE HUSBAND IN T-MINUS SEVENTEEN DAYS.
