Real Name: Yeah right
Age: None of your damn business
Favorite color: Red
Favorite food: Spagetti and CHOCOLATE (not together)
Favorite pastimes: Reading (books, any kind but Stephen King especially)
Writing (my own books, poetry, bad english essays...) Listening to music (lots of stuff there...Aerosmith, Hanson, Jonny Lang, Meat Loaf, the list goes on and on but I don't have enough room, and I don't think you care all that much)
Flaming (I love flaming the worthless dribble out there with Piccochan, lord knows there's enough of it, but I can take the heat too [as the name suggests])
I've finally gone and done it. I've gotten myself an author's account on FFN. No longer am I just an innocent bystander now. Nope. Now, I'm a bonafied author with obligations to my *cough* many *cough* fans. I feel the burden of greatness (wink wink) already. Ok, I'm done with the weird stuff now. Damn, I can never think of what to write in these frickin things. Well, my friend Piccochan and I have numerous inside jokes and we live within 10 minutes of each other so that's kinda convient. We're in the same grade and both like to read and write and blah blah blah. By the way, Piccochan is a registred author on FFN so go and read her stuff. Hurry. Go on. Okay okay, go read some of MY stuff first then hers. Me first. ME, me me me me. Arhgh! I need a life badly, do you know where I could find one? Didn't think so. Oooh, bad llama. I know I know I was supposed to stop the weird stuff. Can't help it. Well, if by some far chance you like my warped sense of humour you should read the up and coming collaboration with Piccochan. It's not posted yet, so stop drooling. It's called "Insert deep and meaningful title that has absolutely NOTHING to do with the story" (it's a Hanson spoof making fun of cheesy fanfics. We're evil, we know...our mothers were hamsters and our fathers smelt of elderberries) Okay, I've indugled myself way too much here, I think I'm going to look for that life now. @---GoM