hello! I'm not super keen on sharing myself with the world... even a world of fangeeks as fangeeky as myself... so, be gentle.

9/4/11

I'm a writer. Of anything. Well, actually, a story teller. I don't care if the story is written, filmed, painted/drawn/sculpted, or implied through an outfit (I love to do them all!) I live my life for the stories, and it is my greatest passion. I can't stick to just one genre or form. As long as there's a plot (and a low level of complete stupidity... getting harder to find, these days, actually), I'm there.

I suppose I like strange things. Monsters make me happy, as do fairies. My first television crush was Nosferatu (the bald, rat-like vampire from the silent film -- real name Count Orlock), and the first television girl I wanted to be was Tinkerbell (that was before she was sweet and 3-D and talked). So, I suppose that tells you a bit about me... there'll be more as I think of things.

1.) You accidentally enter your password on a microwave.

2.) You haven't played solitare with real cards for years

3.) The reason for not staying in touch with your friends is they dont have a screenname or

my space

4.) You'd rather look all over the house for the remote instead of just pushing the buttons on the TV

6.) Your boss doesn't even have the ability to do your job.

7.) As you read this list you keep nodding and smiling.

8.) As you read this list you think about sending it to all your friends.

9.) And you were too busy to notice number 5.

10.) You scrolled back up to see if there was a number 5.

11.) Now you are laughing at yourself stupidly.

12.) Put this in your profile if you fell for that, and you know you did

9/8/11

I guess I'm a bit hesitant to put my writing on here because I never let anyone read my stuff before. Well, I let one person, but it was original stuff (not fan fiction, totally up for any kind of criticizm) and only the first three chapters, when I'd had about thirty written up. He liked it, and I think he still asks about the rest of the story, five years later... but other than that, nothing... So, here ya go, my heart to your knife...

Month one Mommy I am only 8 inches long but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every time I hear it I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.

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Month Two Mommy today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me you could definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though. It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three You know what Mommy I'm a boy!! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.

Month Four Mommy my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven Mommy I am okay. I am in Jesus's arms. He is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . . One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more mouth that will never speak.

If you're against abortion, re-post this

98 percent of teenagers do or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who hasn't, copy & paste this in your profile.

11/1/11

I know I'm not alone.

I am not alone in having my heart broken.

I am not alone in being disappointed in the way things turned out.

I am not alone in feeling overwhelmed at life.

I am not alone in feeling lonely and misunderstood.

I am not alone in feeling angry at the world.

I know I am not alone.

But it sure feels like it.

Repost this if you are feeling alone, so we can be there for each other.