Hi. My name is Nikki. I am not skinny and white. Sorry.
I am pretty Japfaggy and I make a lot of historical references that no one really gets anyway.
My life is filled with "things that seemed like a VERY GOOD idea at the time, but turned out to be stupid in retrospect." Like when I wrote a creepy note to some kid I thought was cute on my Model Congress journal page. Or when I climbed through the kitchen window and gained 13+ bruises.
I'm kind of nice. I talk to anyone who will engage in conversation with me-- which is probably a bad thing on their part.
I don't like people telling me what to do and when to do it, which is why I can't get a job-- in addition to me having pink hair and a lip ring, I guess.
My fashion sense is like that of a blind six-year-old.
I have very few talents. I can rotoscope pictures of Will Ferrel and unwrap a Starburst with my tongue.
That's it.