Name: Alesya
Nick-Names: Lessy, Appie, Kitten, Kitty, Mom, Bob, You, Hey, person, also... Hell, I pretty much respond to anything nowadays.
Age: 18
Height: 5'4.5"
Weight: Di'nt yo mommo evah tell you not t'ask a woman's weight?


THIS PROFILE IS MASSIVELY UNDER CONSTRUCTION!


If you are reading this, congratulations. You have found the 'about me' section on my profile. I applaud you for having an IQ over 3, and a device that allows you to comprehend this, whether it be eyes or one of those handy little things that reads everything on the page aloud in a funny patchwork voice.

If you haven't deduced it already from the previous three sentences, I'm a sarcastic , self important, contrary b***h. Not always, but being nice when I don't feel like it is a waste of time. Yours, but mostly mine, which is more important. Thus said, don't be nice to me just because you want something from me. There's a small margin of a chance I might actually like you. Keep in mind... Small. Very, very small. Pretending will take this chance and destroy it like my psycho neurotic cat with his vibrating hamster toy.

For all those illiterate lazy creepoids out there, it took me less then five minutes to type up to here, with all my lovely words thoroughly written out and my periods and commas generally in place. You have no excuse to be typing like a fingerless possum.

I live in the wonderful, hypocritical, hypercritical, poisonous United States of America. California to be specific. My place of origin is the Ukraine, one of those countries everyone thinks they've heard of but don't really know s**t about. I am half Ukrainian and half Korean, pure and first generation. None of that Afro-Euro-Swiss-Scott-German-Italian-Irish-Indian club sandwich things most American's have going on.

I'm racist, sexist, prejudiced, and all the other '-ist, -iced' things there are. The scale of which are all different and all low. I can admit things, I don't delude myself or others, and I don't pretend to be perfect. I don't go beating people up in back alleys... usually, but I grew up watching Disney Classics and cartoons which were racist as all get out. To me, Mexicans are the guys on the street corners in San Rafael you can pick up as a temporary gardener. Blacks are the Marin City kids who are usually pretty chill, except for at the one homecoming when they beat the s**t out of that one chick so we all had to get them back. Middle-Easterns are those really nice girls with the head things who always smell good and wear pretty colors. Gays are my best friend... who is now transsexual and getting a sex change... so I'm not sure how that works out anymore.
Basically my point is, I know how I was raised and how the things that surround me effect my thoughts, and I choose to flow with my faults and my virtues.

I don't have to pretend I'm perfect because I'm comfortable with who I am.