About
I write, I breathe, wash, rinse, repeat.
I draw, on occasion.
I show my love through threats of bodily harm. That's also how I show my derison, it's a thin line.
I feel like if I add much to this then I'll sound full of myself, and the only thing I'm currently full of is nothing because I forgot to eat again, most likely.
I find puns and laugh for hours or think about them then chuckle. Not even I know which means I'm more amused.
I lost my mind somewhere in Luxenburg.
It took the wider range of my emotions with it.
Journal
Who Are You And How Did You Find Me?!
I put a lot of random crap in here, some of it is important, most of it's made up, and the rest is purdy. Hurrah.
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