Before you ask a question, please, for the love of god, refer to this before doing so. Thanks! c:
What can I call you?
Nicki or Nickita. Or, y’know, whatever you want, I guess. But those are the names I generally go by.
What is your birth sex?
Why don’t you come over here and find out?
What pronouns would you like me to use?
Male, for now. I don’t think it will change but it’s what I’m used to, what I feel comfortable with, and what I respond to, so please stick with male ones.
What is your legal name?
Don’t even ask me this question. You’ll just come off as ignorant like the 500 million other people that ask me this question.
Oh, and to answer this, no. You will never know unless you somehow become close to me and, after a while, meet my family personally. I abandoned it years ago and barely even remember anyways.
What is your real name?
My real name changes sometimes, but right now it’s Nickita.
-insert some form of hate mail here-
You people don’t deserve my, or anyone else’s, time. So, sorry that you can’t get off by getting to me. You might wanna go prey on someone who actually cares that pathetic 12-year-olds like you actually exist.
Will you marry me?/Will you be my boyfriend?
No, I won’t marry you. As for a relationship, I don’t do long distance anymore. Sorry.
If you live close to me, though, and think we’d make a good match…why not try getting to know me and maybe meeting up with me?
What’s your relationship status?
Single, extremely lonely, and looking.
You’re a guy?!
Yeah. Don’t get mad at me because you got your dick wet over someone the same gender as you.
Were you born male or female?
Basically, to make this rant really short, I won’t answer this.
Say I’m female, get judged for being trans*.
Say I’m male, get judged for being effeminate.
It’s a lose-lose situation that I’ll be avoiding for however long I feel like. c:
How tall are you?/How old are you?/Where do you live?
I’m 5’1 3/4”. I’m 21 years old. I live in Florida.
When’s your birthday?
February 11th, 1992. I’m an Aquarius.
Do you have skype?
Yeppp. My skype is NickiNirvana. Feel free to add me. I most likely will not cam with you because I’m cam-shy. And no I won’t audio chat. But I do use it as an instant messenger. Also, if I don’t answer you, assume I’ve either got something fullscreened on my computer or I’m not at my computer.
Are you gay?
No. I’m pansexual. I like people, not genders.
Do you do drugs?/What drugs do you do?
I do, yes. That should be obvious if you’ve followed my blog or life at all.
I’ve done almost everything. Opiates are my favourite, albeit I do enjoy trippy drugs quite a bit.
What do you use to bleach your hair/Where can I get it?
I use 40v (both packets). Very strong, very damaging. Strips any colour (even black) straight to blonde. You can get it at Wal Mart.
Can I send you something?
Depends on what it is and if I know you. Depending on your status with me, I may or may not give you my address. Honestly, the only thing I really want is pain killers. So if you’re deadset on getting me something for a holiday present or just a random present in general, send me some pain killers. I will love you forever.
Why do you always have band-aides on your fingers in your pictures/videos?
There was this one time during high school where my thumb got infected and swelled up to the size of a cherry tomato and I had to go to the ER and get it scalpeled and it was just terrible and ever since then, I’ve been paranoid. So when I get even the slightest of cuts, scrapes, or hangnails, I put band-aides on my fingers.
Why do you hate weed when you do drugs?
Well, for one thing, weed isn’t a drug. (Obviously). For that reason, I’m sick of weed being illegal and wish that this world would hurry up and legalize it. The obvious reasons I hate weed so much is the smell, the taste, and the look. The somewhat non-obvious reasons I hate weed are it’s affects on people and on me. On people in general, weed makes them annoying as fuck, stupid as fuck, and gluttonously hungry. On me, it makes me anxious, pissed off, and on-edge.
My number one pet peeve is ignorance. When people are on weed, they ask stupid questions. They say stupid as fuck things that, guess what, AREN’T funny to me and only piss me off. And, therefor, trigger my number one pet peeve. People eat a lot while on weed. The sight of food makes me depressed in itself…seeing people engulf ridiculous amounts of food in horribly gruesome ways makes me wanna fucking shoot myself and makes me hate them.
One of the other reasons I hate weed so much is fuckin’ STONERS. Yeah, you all know /exactly/ who I’m talking about. Those people that walk around thinking they’re soooooo incredibly badass just coz they smoke a plant. Those ignorant as fuck people who are like “Yeah, I do drugs” and then when I ask them to drop some acid with me are like “No man, I mean weed!” Those people who think smoking weed is the coolest goddamn trendy thing since sliced bread. Those people that gloat because they smoke a plant. Yeah. Those people. Those people piss me the fuck off and give those of us who /actually/ do drugs a kind of pathetic name. I’m sorry, but no. I do NOT want people thinking I smoke weed. If I tell you I do drugs, I mean I do /real/ drugs. CHEMICAL things. Not some goddamn pathetic as fuck plant that makes you temporarily hungry, annoying, and stupid. Chemicals. Thank you very much.
And here’s the summary if that’s tl;dr for you: I don’t mind weed as long as it’s as far away from me as possible. I don’t want to talk to you/be around you if you’re on weed because I will get really annoyed really fast and I will automatically hate you. Feel free to smoke it, but keep it away from me. I’m for legalization. Just keep it away from me and don’t ever, EVER think I smoke a pathetic plant. I do real drugs. And I’m going to keep it that way.