This creature is called Emily. Femmacular. Twenty-two years old. Scorpio somehow born under the sign of Aries (lunar Virgo). Snake. Enneagram type 4w5. Native Marylander sometimes in exile in Nevada. Definitely born in the wrong decade, if not the wrong century. Obsessive, penitent, esoteric, self-defeatist, and probably too much like myself for your taste. I have been known to feel more comfortable sleeping in a cemetery than in a house, as well as to do whore dances on the lunch table at school. Children trust me. My native language is English, mais j'adore vachement parler français, ich spreche Deutsch, y tomé cuatro años de español en escuela. I believe in ghosts, the perpetual existence of a way out, and Machiavellian principles. I hate people who hate France. I make it a point not to hate any individual person. It is very difficult to offend me. I love fruit smoothies, long drives to obscure historical sites, dancing around in my knickers to music you'd probably hate, and more than my fair share of dead men. I am a writer, a musician, a linguist, a philosopher, and a proud member of the Vast Right Wing Conspiracy. I am always someone's friend. I am a non-militant vegan, so you don't have to hide your cheeseburger from me, just keep it on your side of the table and we'll get along just fine. I am also a frequent blood donor (blood type AB-) as well as an organ donor on my driver's license, so I may well save your life someday. And if you're here that means you're a writer, which means I think you're pretty awesome. Seriously. It's great. Keep at it. ;)

P.S. I want to thank everyone who reads and/or reviews, including lurkers. I don't usually answer reviews unless you ask me a question, so. I'll just thank everyone here. :)