|Spencer Tatum DiLaurentis|
|Gender:||as feminine as they get.|
|Eye Color:||crystal blue|
|Birthday:||September 28, 1997|
|Height:||this is the only thing holding my modeling career back.|
|Occupation(s):||Student, dancer, actor|
|Aliases:||either the girl you want to be or the bitch you love to hate.|
|Family & Friends|
|Family:||Kate DiLaurentis (mother), Adam DiLaurentis (father)|
|Friends:||We'll see how it goes.|
|Relationships:||Sorry, it's hard to keep track...|
|Pet(s):||my Maltese Yorkie, Cake. I love you bby. ♥|
|Enemies:||are lucky I didn't post their names here. You're welcome.|
|Interests:||Dance, acting, Broadway shows, fashion, cross country and cheerleading, popularity|
|Talent:||Dancing, acting, flirting with your boyfriend...|
|Weaknesses:||Maybe someday you'll find out.|
|First appearance:||September 23, 2012|
Eye Color: Crystal blue
Hair Color: Blonde
Trademark: Stealing hearts, and then breaking them.
I'm sexy okok. I have wavy blonde hair and Tiffany box blue eyes. My tan is like a latte, light on the milk. I have a ski-slope nose, perfect cheekbones, and Sephora's entire new cosmetics collection. Damn, no wonder these Hollywood girls bring my pictures in to their plastic surgeons. Not that a nose job will make a difference.
Everyone says I have a hot figure, so I dress in only the best to enhance it. I only wear designer clothing, unless it's a casual Sunday. My favorite designer is Kate Spade. dsfdgh, I even have her phone case. I wear lululemon to dance and cross country and stuff like that. Accessories that pass my test must. have. diamonds. Uhm, and I love UGGs. Only posers hate UGGs.
Kate DiLaurentis Edit
The bitch who gives me too much allowance. Aha, I love my mommy. She says I should treat her like I would a normal classmate, so I do. Look at that, even my own fucking mother worships me. Damn, I'm good.
Adam DiLaurentis Edit
Dad's cool. He also gives me too much allowance since he's a CEO or something but IDGAF. More importantly, I get half of my sexiness from him. If he weren't my father...goddamn.
Cake is my adorable Maltese Yorkie. I named him after something I want, but I can't have. That's how most guys describe me, anyway.
Instead of worrying about my past, why don't you worry about your future?
I run this shit. Learn it, live it, love it.
If You Want to be Me, Take Notes. Edit
Ain't nobody got time for that. Later.
since everyone wants to know