Well, i was born in a cardboard box under a bridge and raised by a pack of gerbils. I have since moved up in the world and am living in a safe-deposit box somewhere in Utah. I breathe whenever my keeper lets me out, but we haven't spoken in 8 years and the air's starting to run out in here. Please, if you live anywhere in the boonies of Utah (no offense ~.~) listen at any safe-deposit boxes for the clicking of computer keys, because it's probably me and if you don't let me out i wont be able to write any more of these bitingly witty/heartbreakingly angsty fanfics because i'll be dead. Oh woe. Oh alas.