Hello. I've been expecting you.
...Okay, not really, I just get a kick out of saying that.
Anyway, I'm Kayla, I'm sixteen,and I'm addicted to the written word. Well, correction, WELL written word. Considering that fact that I don't really know what to put here, I'll just wing it...
Alrighty then.
I have warm fuzzies for: Reading, writing, art, anime, cherry pie, open-mindedness, respect, consideration, sarcasm, innuendo, slash fiction, regular fiction, fiction in general, and bunnies. They're cute, dammit.
I want to stab with a rusty spork, literally and/or figuratively: Bigots, racists, txtsp33krz, creepy old men, creepy young men, creepy people *period*, the word "pucker", and people who flame stories not because they're badly written, but because they don't like the subject matter, as opposed to giving constructive criticism.
You people are assholes.
So, right.
Hopefully, I'll get off my lazy ass and finish this story that I've sort of got going, maybe, possibly, theoretically, and all.
Eh heh.
Also: If for some unimaginable reason you'd like to e-mail me or something, feel free. I have no life.
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