Your name is LEAH. You currently inhabit the SANDY SHORES of NONE OF YOUR ******** BUSINESS, and have for the better portion of your life. It has been TWENTY solar sweeps since you wriggled your way into existence, after which time you have developed a KEEN UNDERSTANDING of ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.
Alongside this keen understanding, you have also developed VARIOUS INTERESTS. Your auricular sponge clots have grown quite accustomed to the MELODIC TWANG OF HORRIBLY SHITTY MUSIC FROM THE BACKWOODS OF TENNESSEE, to which you fervently enjoy BADLY SINGING ALONG. You like to consider yourself a dabbler in PROGRAMMING, although realistically your NOVICE-TIER SKILLS leave much to be desired. When you're not off BECOMING THE NEXT MARK ZUCKERBERG, you like to spend QUALITY TIME with your OTHER TROLL PAL any chance you get, even though his OVERBEARING TENDENCIES leave you stricken with PERPETUAL MIGRAINES. Despite this, you have recently fallen out of KISMESSISITUDE and into an inexplicable MATESPRITSHIP with him. You are not all-together displeased with the change of quadrant.
Your trollTag is ardentTool and you have a habit of mumbling when you speak
you also oppose the idea of capitalization and punctuation
(especially in any kind of excessive manner)
and have been known to be sort of a dry-humored b***h from time to time
