I'm not a writer, so I feel no guilt at giving literary expression a rude name. People tell me I'm A: Funny or B: Seriously unnerving. Have a read and take your pick.
I'm a femaley-like thingy...and enjoy uh...kittens, and coffee, and Jhonen Vaquez's happy happy stuff, especially SPOOKY THE THING WHAT SQUEEKS! The best toy ever to grace the green earth. I also have a very small stuffed panther named Jimmie who I love and adore. I just graced the earth with a literary pool of stagnant blood from my latest brain hemorrhage in the form of 'Patrons of the Night', which, contrary to the rest of my work which is humerous and disturbs the meaty masses, has managed to disturb me. It's my first serious fic, and boy is it serious. Don't read Routine. I mean it, tacos. I'll take it down, that huge suck-fest. R&R Patrons of the Night. It's beginning to feel like nobody loves it, and you know what brats those stagnant pools of hemorrhaged brain-blood can be

P.S. This tendency to ramble you're witnessing only appears in my author's notes. Don't let it turn you off baby.....oh yeah, right there....click *right* there..........