I am ashamed at just how old this thing was. So here I go updating.
Name:
Anything that starts with a K at this point I will answer to, but most
commonly: Kaelyn, Kotori, Kenny or (gasp) my real name, Kendall
Age: 22, almost 23
Place of Residence: Currently? Delaware. My home is Southern California though and I fully intend to return.
Gender: Female
Eye color: gray with dark blue rings around the outside. No, seriously. They're awesome.
Hair color: Changes constantly. Currently my natural color, a kind of honey-brown. And short, chin length.
Height: 5'3"
Occupation: Writer, artist. And sadly, a fraud detection analyst for a company I will not disclose in order to save my little hiney
Current obsession: Wicked, the book, the musical, the music...seriously, everything about it..
Interests: anime (obviously), manga, yaoi/shounen-ai, books, Japanese,
clubbing, music...the list goes on and is rather mundane, really.
Currently working on: Shadows of Life (SoL or, as I refer to it: Shit outta Luck), random poems, etc...that is, if I'm currently writing anything at all
ETA: Apparently two of my older stories, Diary of Riley Aimmes, and The Eighth Day, have mysteriously disappeared. No, I don't know what happened to them, but considering that they were both written when I was...oh, 14 or 15 or so, and thus sucked much buttocks, I decided it wasn't worth it to search my hard drive to see if I even still had them. Sorry. But truly, you aren't missing much. If you really, really want to read them, feel free to email me with reasons why and I'll see if I can find them.
Bits and pieces (stuff from my mind and others):
I’m rubber and you’re glue, so your flames shall bounce off me and smell like shit when they stick to you. -yours truly
“That’s not funny.”
“It’d get funnier if we kept on doing it.” – 10th Kingdom
Well, death is inevitable anyway, so dying for the right cause is…
Just as final
Stupid gryphon.
-The Black Gryphon, Mercedes Lackey
Father: It's a girl! Wait, it's a girl!? Damn it! I just ordered 200 'it's a boy' cigars. I demand a refund.
Mother: On the cigars or the baby? (mine. No steal)
Jim started counting off on fingers. “Okay, so there’s gay, straight, bi, tri--”
“Tri?” Aaron asked skeptically, “What, you do men, women, and sheep?”
A goofy grin. “Maybe. Those people are willing to try anything, hence
the name. Now don’t interrupt.” Jim continued counting off. “And
there’s the metrosexual, the heteroflexible, the homoflexible, and of
course, that ever present mystery, the asexual. They’re freaks. Or
crazy. Maybe both.”
Aaron goggled. “Er. And which category are you?” he asked tentatively.
The man tapped one finger against his lips, rolling his eyes heavenward
thoughtfully. “Oh, I’d say homoflexible, really. Predominantly gay, but
some women are just too hot to say no to, ya know?”
The boy was looking faintly ill. “Not really. I think I’m in the last category.”
“Freaky.”
“Inherently, apparently.”
-mine(this conversation may appear one day in a story, but for now the characters have been assigned random names)
Yeah, that's it for now. Go read my stories. They are much more
interesting. Or go to my fictionpress profile for original stories.
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