Hmmmm... either I'm just too lazy to get up from my cheapy fast food and actually write a story, I'm too over-come with sleep deprivation and insomnia to write a story, or I just don't have Word installed on this computer to write a decent story... or a combination of the three... Well, at least no one's begging me to get up from my imprinted crater on the couch to write these awful things... T-T And.. whomsoever does so will then provoke a large shovel in their netherlands. Yes, yes. Goody. Alas, all stories are being DELETED. Please.. don't ask questions. They will be replaced by new ideas... though it takes my poor, dry, and withered brain quite some time to figure out a creative line... the beany substance in my head often refuses to bring me the creative, lovely story-line I'd like. About Me (Run. Run Fast.) Name : Autumn. No, it has nothing to do with leaves, though I AM known to be rather crunchy when stepped on. o.o. Call me Spoons if you'd like... no suggestive questions on why that is. Eyes: At the time... very red... o.o *yawn* Age : I don't know whether I been counting forewards or backwards, but every year on a certain date, the number seems to change. I don't know why that is. Interests: Hmmm... provokitive, often unsuccessful attempts to be good at something. Fav. Movie: None at the moment... though, terrifying movies DO give me a bit of a kick. There's nothing like getting scared outta' your money. Nationality: God knows. Abilities : Hmmm... I'll have some time to think about that. Most of them are virtually useless. STORIES NONE. Ideas = (Usually, after .5 seconds of writting these down, I change my mind) Title : Ten-Pin Men Title : FBIdentity Theft |