I've got a confession to make: I like the Twilight series, and I've been reading the books over and over again. Sorry, guilty pleasure!

I love Desperate Housewives, and Harper's Island, and the Simpsons. I'm fascinated by the supernatural and all that, but am too much of a coward. I love writing, by the way, if you haven't noticed, but - real reason here, not an excuse - I get so stressed out that I'm usually too antsy and frustrated to think of something. I love reading too, and I love sleeping, but I lose a lot of sleep because I find it very hard to tear myself from a good book. I have a bad habit of sighing a lot, but I don't think of it as sighing; I think of it as exhaling. I'm more a seafarer than a landlubber. I suck at ball games because I always miss catching them. Whichever the insect crawls past me will die either an instant death or a slow, painful one. It depends on my mood, really. I like October, November and December, because these few months are always cooler and I love the names, too.

I love hot chocolate. I love eating whipped cream. I like swimming. I love sudden, tight hugs from my closer friends. I love cooking in the kitchen all on my own. I love horror movies even though they freak the shit out of me. I hate arrogant people, and people who aren't smart but think they totally the shiz. They make me want to stuff a dead rat down their throats. I hate feeling stressed out, and I hate feeling out of control, and I hate feeling alone. I don't like cake, because they make me feel sick. I don't like clutter, but my room's full of it. I hate running because it makes me feel like dying.

Here's me blog, which I update almost everyday: smileandtastekids.blogspot.com

July the 12th: I'll try to produce more stories. Ohhh, the sense of achievement!