Hiya, my sweets!!

Being the good little girl I am . . . er, just a sec *returns many hours later with house in shambles, dusts off halo & sets it in place* now as I was saying, being the good little girl I am, it's been brought to my attention —and a wee bit forcefully I might add— by quite a few bunker babes, sl00rs, and hockey h00rs, I'm required to write something on my profile page . . . who knew??

Problem is: I don’t have anything to say *glares at everyone smirking* ok, so that’s a total lie — I've always tons to say. What I should’ve said was I don’t write fanfic *shrugs* no talent, so I have no stories of my own to pimp on my profile. But as I do so luv to chat about my favourite authors/fics feel free to drop by my Twitter (@lemonamour) Facebook (Trayce Layne) Tumblr (lemonamour's licks, likes, loves). And be sure to check out my FF favourite's, as anything you see listed is sure to be one fucktastic story!! After all you can trust me *points to halo*

Well that’s about it really, since anything else would be a tad redundant with what others write in their profile . . . I read Twilight, blah, blah, blah . . . was gobsmacked at the piece of fuckhawtness that is Rob, blah, blah, blah . . . discovered fanfic via Snowqueens Icedragon's "Master of the Universe" (Fifty *unf* need I say more) . . . and the rest my sweets is as they say history.

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