19 year old piercing addict (and it shows) going to school in Waco for Media Communications and Information (photography, video/audio and graphic design). I no longer have a mohawk, as I need to look somewhat less like a delinquent (not to say that I don't anymore), and have moved on to tattoos despite my paralyzing fear of needles.

I have little respect for ignorant and intolerant people as well as drama queens and attention seekers (they do happen to be some of my least favourite people in the world). This especially means that you would be ill advised to complain about anything I put up because you disagree with the content or language, because let's face it, it's everywhere on the internet and in real life and you have every right to not read my works.

If you don't like it, don't read it. Simple as that. Don't bring your complaints to me, cuz I can write whatever I damn well please. You can think what you want, but I will flame you right back if you flame me because you don't like what I write about.

As far as fun shit goes.

I'm always listening to music. If it's not playing on my computer, it's playing in my head.

I don't particularly care for bios. Maybe I'll do this later.

And holy Jesus, guys, I finished Your Number is Up. Finally, right? Only took a little over two years (not that the dates on the story show that).

Also, on a rather important note:

My laptop is broken. Again. This is the second time this year that it's crapped out on me, and I'm waiting (still) for it to be fixed. That's why I've been so slow on updates, and I haven't read anything here (I will when I get the chance, I swear), and I especially haven't reviewed anything. I usually try to at least comment on the stories I like, and I hate not being able to read some of the things I've grown to love on this site, nevermind not being able to put my own things up as well. So bear with me, and I'll do the best I can in the meantime.