An author in search of self discovry, Bleed Into Night was born into the world serenaded by a choir of angels. As she let out her first cry and opened her eyes to look upon the world she was greeted with the holy light of-!

Nah, just kidding. Here's the dig on me;

I hate: Tomatoes, biased people, tomatoe by-products, people who use text lingo and slang instead of proper grammar, tomatoes on sandwiches, chihuahuas, loud noises, pickles, math.

I like: Rolling around on soft grass, making plushies, making up stories, writing stories, scaring small children then making them feel better, plants, looking up at the night sky in the country where there are no city lights, any type of water sports, getting so bored I gave up writing the rest.

Favorite Color: Periwinkle and any variation of blue.

I've been told that I'm really strange and have a dark sense of humour. Like when I tell jokes, people don't laugh. They scold me. Like; Have you heard the joke about the deaf guy? Neither has he. How did examiners know that Princess Diana had dandruff problems? They found her head and shoulders in the front seat of a car. I warned you. I'll read anything you want me to, I'll also give my honest opinion. If you feel inspiration to do the same for me, jolly good guvnah!