Kiber, 38

I want to be a ninja I am Ber, Ber-Chan, Ally, or you can call me by my birth name, Amber. I don't care, I answer to all, as well as the occasional “Hey Blondie!” and “Hey, you.” Just whatever you do, don't call me Amanda, otherwise you will be on my naughty list, and I'm not talking about the fun one either. I'm talking about the naughty list that gets sent to Santa Claus and will end up getting you coal in your stockings; possibly hot ones. I would suggest to *not* put those on. It might hurt. I mean, unless that is your thing or something, I'm not going to stop you, but I might point and giggle. Okay, I'll be serious now, I cross my heart and well, not hope to die, and I'm pretty sure I won't stick a needle in my eye. I will flat out say right now, I'm not normal and a bit on the crazy side at times. Not like crazy b**** I'll cut you, well, only maybe if you were a zombie... I like video games (although I don't play as often as I would like to, I get too distracted with other stuff), writing, playing and listening to music, computers, destroying things (preferably making them go BOOM or fall into crisps of ash, but disassembling them is a satisfactory alternative.) I hate scary movies because I get scared WAY too easily, but of course I will watch them anyway. Gory things I will not do. I am your average girly girl. I like things like makeup, shoes, dressing up, movies, paint ball, gun ranges, plotting world dominat..., preparing for the zombie apocalypse, writing, cosplay, cooking, some anime (but really, I don't know a lot, I'm the loser with the mainstream Naruto, Avatar, Inuyasha ect). So I think I'm done talking about myself. Why? Because why would I want to give too much information out to the world? YOU might be my arch nemesis trying to collect information on me to bring me down. I mean, heck, Batman isn't even around to keep me safe; it's not like I live in Gotham. I live in freaking Saint Peters.