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Height: 6'0 (yes, I am huge) Weight: 140lbs (Shut up, I'm not fat!!) Eyes: Green Hair: Currently Red B:35 W:24 H:37 DOB: February 14, 1981 (It's coming up, people! Start shopping!) Likes: Fast food, Guys with nice pecs, Girls with nice pecs ;). Dislikes: Smelly people, toe rings, old worn out tattoos, greasy hair, obesity, etc... Favorite Band: Aerosmith! (They are NOT sellouts, damnit, they're just getting old!)
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Ok, Here it is, My "No BS" Profile! Little (hard to believe, but she was small at one point) Serena was born in New York to Mr. and Mrs. O'Neil, a rather energetic, creative, and often strange Irish family. Serena has an older brother named Danny, an older sister Kelly (oh, how I cannot stand her!), a younger sister, Shannon, and a younger brother, James. Since birth, Serena has been cursed with bad luck. Strange, unusual, outlandish things always happen to her and have provided for some interesting stories. That's why "Storytime with Serena" exists on this site. Anyway, little Serena was quite the tomboy growing up and bacame OBSESSED with video games, football (I can't watch pro, but I love to play!), and fast food. Somehow, everybody crammed into a 4-bedroom house and Serena grew up there until she decided to go away to college. To Maryland, she went and took up Communications. After 4 long years, she suddenly came to the conclusion that Communications was NOT the route she wanted to go. Last minute, she bought a car, packed it up, and headed home. Breaking down in New Jersey, she quickly made a couple of friends and stayed with them while the car was repaired (Alternator, transmission, AND exhaust were all fucked up!). Sandra and John (the aforementioned friends) offered her a permanant place to stay. With a 3-bedroom apartment, they could barely make rent. So, Serena decided to stay and here, in NJ, she remains until she can make up her mind as to what she wants to do for the rest of her life. Since she is technically female, decisiveness is not one of her strong points. Nj is not so bad and it sure beats living with Kelly and having half her wardrobe stolen (I'll get you, my pretty! And your little coach bag too!). So, that's my life story.