Alrighty peoples. I'm not into doing these sort of things anymore, my old page was crap, so lets just get down to business...
I'm what is more commonly known as a watse of space, one of Gods bigger mistakes, the reason the government should enforce contraception and all that blah, but I use it to my advantage. Usually, when I talk, people listen. I kinda have that, 'bring you to your knees please God don't let her hurt me' thing going with people...but I digress.
I'm Crazy.Until.Proven.Otherwise. Nice to meet ya'll.
NEW News: 4.3.2008
If you lot want to kill me, I'm fine with that. I'm so so sorry for being away for so long!
Prankster isn't finished because my sister, who I am trying to work out a way to legally kill, ACCIDENTALLY deleted it! Accidentally my ass! She was trying to get back at me for short sheeting her bed AND making a fool out of her in front of my friends.
Well, I would get me back, but anyway.
So I've been trying to get the whole chapter and a half I lost back out onto the page, but it ain't working. I'm Sorry, I Can't Lie has been updated, which is cool, and yeah.
Love? and sorry-ness, and less pitchforks more cookies?
Crazy.Until.Proven.Otherwise.
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"Can you think of anything you'd rather be doing than this?""Yeah. Lying at home, in bed, somewhere where you aren't."
(Lucas to Danni in I'm Sorry, I Can't Lie.)
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