I
live beneath
's bed together with my gang of emocorns. (and for your information, she lives in
's wardrobe and he is the
and lives beneath
's bed ...)
I'm a lurker
and goes by
names like Mio (over the internet), The Gaylord (among my geek-friends), and "The Echo" (because I have the bad habbit of repeating what everyone says ...?) ...
These are the persons I
watch here on dA:
themasterofemocorns.deviantart… I am so obnoxious that you can't tell if you actually like my emocorns now, or of they just seems awesome by comparison. I am boring, stuffy, unbelievably rude and I think I’m too good for you “common folks”. I use my money to lounge around all day in 5000 dollar boxers watching BBC miniseries with people I pay to be my friends, since no sane human being can ever actually put up with me. I am still stuck-up, humorless and the worst dance-partner ever. I know I have personality problems since the nicest thing Cyanicman has to say about me is that I’m “tall”. Every time you mention my name together with “nice”, an angel looses its wings. I got the social skills of an agoraphobic lobster
When I like someone I stare at them, constantly, like he is a traffic-accident and I. Just. Can’t. Look. Away. However I only like myself and wearing scarves in the middle of summer.
“Vanity and Pride” is my family crest and it hangs embroidered over my bed. Source:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HY_HmQ… (I think it's pretty frightening that I knew most of that by heart.
And NO! this is not how I really am, I'm not William Darcy)