Call me Mary.
Call me Sue.

Call me Crazy.

No point denying what/who I am.
I am Mary Sue.

Living Life as expected.

Reviewing is what I do. Ocasionally put up an odd poem. If you don't like your review, too bad. It depends on the mood.
Screw you if you don't like me. I don't like you too.
Oh and, if you get reviews of sarcastic praise, it means it sucked and I was being in a nice mood. Or an evil mood.
Or maybe you got one of my rare nice moods. Then whatever I wrote meant whatever I wrote. That doesn't make sense. Oh fuck that.
(recently I've been in my nice mood a lot, after all that sleep I had)

Sure, flame me. I'll just hose it down with water.

Gah, I'm sick of clicking the 'Add to Favourites' button instead of the 'Review' button. If I add you to my favourites it does not mean that your story was fantastic and I loved it. Oh contrare, it would have probably meant that you were shit and I was going to flame you.

Oh and if it means anything to you, the poems are B's.
And if it doesn't mean anything, don't you bother.