ph34r my tight pants alright. you can choose to call me either nancy or narco, depending on what suits your fancy. i honestly couldn't care less, just because i'm so utterly fabulous. and modest. i'm very, ivery/i modest. i have a feeling you could probably guess how old i am, but i'll give you a nice little clue anyway: i'm younger than jesus. m'yeah. that's all you get. and before you decide not to read my stories because, by god, i don't use capitals, then be safe with the knowledge that i use them when writing my stories. don't dazzle me with all the bull' about writers writing in pristine, perfect english all the time. most of the simple amazing writers i know use chatspeak. nothing wrong with that. so, uhh, i feel compelled to write a little bit about myself. why? idk. i'm completely and utterly inane. uh. so, i'm british, yeah. which is cool and all, but annoying when you have some american come up to you, jeering at your spellings (because, honest to god, all the americans did with their spellings was take out a couple of iu/is). but that's besides the point, i guess. i'm just your average british person (FROM LONDON, G'DAMNIT). but, surprisingly, i don't really write stories. and, by role play, i mean the text based write-it-yourself kind. eurgh. just read my bloody stories already. |
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