Hi! People think I'm strange, people think I'm psycotic, but the truth is I'm far worse then they could ever imagine. We're suposed to have voices in our head, right?
Hobbies: Twiddling my thumbs, sharpening knives (That was for you Rachel), watching, waiting, plotting, and popping bubbles...

Motto: "How can life be so complex, I just wanna sit here and watch you undress."

Warning: It's not safe for you to be near me, the funny thing is it's not safe for me to be near you, either.

Contion: Read my fics may result in uncontrolable rocking, watching lint fly through the air,or developing a really nasty rash.

Pretect you comunity, don't read my fanfiction.