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Who is Corrodie: Her name is really Meg, she's nineteen.She's lost in fairytales, poetry, mysticism, romanticism. A total dreamer, a shaman. She associates just about everything with something you could find in nature. Winter throws her into depression. She has a terrible addiction for teas, she smokes like a chimney. She sees her life in a 3rd person view. She believes her soul is homesick, and refuses to die until she goes home, to Scotland. She's a strange one, take my word for it. If there's anything you wish to know, don't be afraid to ask. After all, you open the book, it doesn't just open for you.
Fondness: Music, literature, photography, travel, video games, chai tea, bright colors, rain, cooking, organization, spontaneity, needles, adrenaline, catastrophe, peacocks, pomegranate, chartreuse, philosophy, antiques, et cetera.
Loathing: Monotony, feet, sleep, country music, crew collars, pessimism, narcissism, modern cars, money, math, crowds, boxes, styrofoam, winter, sweets, racism, migraines, and so on. ]
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I've been fine with the exception of some minor physical hindrances: my left foot to be exact, but oh well. Time heals all I suppose.
How has life been treating you?
guess so
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am guessing i'm just fine though
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by the way, i got banned on last.fm for trolling one of the more obnoxious mods (bmxgamer). you should add me again on my new account, YoungHate.
i was only replying through my phone for a while, so i missed quite a few shouts. :3