LAYER ONE:
-- Name: Mick S. Axelrod

-- Birthplace: Naharia Hospital, The Galilee, Israel.

-- Gender: Male

-- Eye Color: My eyes change color

depending on mood/light/what colors I wear. Normally green; sometimes hazel, sometimes blue.

-- Hair Color: Dirty Blonde

-- Height: 5'11"

-- Righty or Lefty: Right-handed

-- Zodiac Sign: Born on the cusp of Sagitarius off of Scorpio.

--Chinese Zodiac: I dunno, I think Rat.

LAYER TWO:
-- Your heritage: Dad's American born of Lithuanian decent; Mom's Transylvanian. I'm Half vampire :-D. And born in Israel.

-- Language: English. I know, I should speak Hebrew too, but I moved here when I was four, so back off, eh?

-- The shoes you wore today: Uh...wearing Hush-Puppies...sneakers later.

-- Your fears: Uh...heights. Being that pathetic guy who never "made it". Going schizo.

-- Your perfect meal: Meat. And lots of it.

-- Goal you'd like to achieve: Fame and fortune. Call me shallow, I couldn't give a rat's ass.

LAYER THREE:
-- Your thoughts first waking up: Why am I upside down?
-- Your best physical feature: Most people dig my eyes.

-- Your bedtime: Whenever I force myself to bed.

-- Your most missed memory: What I did last night. I'm never drinking Tequila again!

LAYER FOUR:
-- Pepsi or Coke: Pepsi

-- McDonald's or Burger King: Mickey D's

-- Single or group dates: Single

-- Adidas or Nike: Uh...who cares? Fuck consumerism!

-- usually wears: Whatever's clean. Well, mostly clean.

-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: My dad's Iced Green Tea

-- Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate!!!
-- Cappuccino or coffee: Coffee. Fuck Starbucks! (Are you noticing a theme here?)

LAYER FIVE:
-- Smoke: Yep. Yep, yep.

-- Cuss: "Too Fut un Koor!" and "Peez-dah-mutty!". It's Romanian.

-- Sing: Uh-huh.

-- Take a shower: Yeah, pretty often.

-- Have a crush: Uh, I'm out of highschool; I have masturbatory fantasies.

-- Do you think you've been in love: Yes. But I've killed it/had it killed for me.

-- Want to go to college: In college, in college.

-- Liked high school: Not particularly.
-- Want to get married: Eh, I could imagine worse things to do to my testicles.

-- Get motion sickness: Not often. Very rarely, in fact.
-- Think you're attractive: Only at certain angles.
-- Think you're a health freak: Nope. MEAT! and screw the four second rule...I have the four minute rule.

-- Get along with your parent(s): On ocassion

-- Like thunderstorms: If they get me out of work? Definitely. But I hate when thunder comes out of no where and seems to crash in my ear and I have to change my underwear.

-- Play an instrument: Kazoo. And Concertina a little. It's like an accordion but with FAR less buttons.

LAYER SIX:
In the past month...

-- Drank alcohol: Yes.

-- Smoked: Hell yes.

-- Done a drug: Uh...don't think so.

--Had Sex: *Sigh* No.

--Made Out: ...Nope.

-- Gone on a date: Nein.

-- Gone to the mall?: Malls are Death! Kill Capitalism! Yeah, I'm gonna stop now.

-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: Never. Oreo's am yummy, but I need to watch my figure.

-- Eaten sushi: Past month? No.

-- Been on stage: I'm always on stage, whether the audience knows it or not.

-- Been dumped: No.

-- Made homemade cookies: I have never made cookies in my life...what's wrong with me? Gimme a sec, I need some chocolate chip.

-- Gone skinny dipping: Only if you count the batter I just made.

- Dyed your hair: Never. Thought about it. Never did it.

-- Stolen anything: Uh...not that I recall, officer.

LAYER NINE:
In a guy/girl..

-- Best eye color?: Brown/Black. Deep, mesmerizing, brown/black.

-- Best hair color?: Raven. Sultry, velvet hair kills me.

-- Height: *Shrug* Doesn't really matter.

-- Best weight: Cushion's good. Just not morbidly obese. I'm the fatty in the couple.

-- Best articles of clothing: Yeshiva girl skirts.

LAYER TEN:
-- Number of drugs taken illegally: Uh...pot, mushrooms, and some variety of pharmeceuticals. Not all at the same time, of course. I can't do many hallucinogenics because I had spinal surgery at 14.

-- Number of piercings: One. But I want more.

-- Number of tattoos: Thought about some. Haven't done anything about it though.

-- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: Eh...a few. I dunno.

-- Number of scars on my body: Big scar on my lower back...spinal surgery. One in my leg after I had a three-inch splinter removed. A couple in the back of my right hand from when I accidently punched through a window.

-- Number of things in my past that I regret: Being a whiny, pussy bitch who never took the initiative. On several occasions.