One day I will run away and join the circus. (No really, there's a plan and everything.) I'm in love with Ianto Jones from Torchwood, Severus Snape from Harry Potter, Eponine from Les Miserables and various other fictional men and women. (One day we will all find out that they are REAL AFTER ALL, and then I shall say I TOLD YOU SO.) I love singing even more than I love naan bread; I will happily burst into song at odd and inconvenient moments, just because the whim strikes me. (And I won't stop until someone starts singing along.) I am bisexual, I am out and I am proud. I am depressingly single. (The right person is out there somewhere, I just have to chase them down and tie them to a chair until they agree to date me.) I'm an atheist until someone manages to convince me; if someone DOES manage to convince me then I will give you my piano and one of my legs. (Yep, not gonna happen.) ROCK MUSIC IS SO NOT OVER. (We will sneak into your rap concerts and convert you.) Sometimes it's fun to invent conspiracies just for the sake of being paranoid. (And you'll never know which conspiracies are invented and which aren't.) I survived depression and I'm stronger and happier (and lame-er) than ever. (I believe that you can do it too.) My favourite colour is teal. (Yes, that is an actual colour.) I'm female, feminist and no I don't intend to burn any of my bras, thankyouverymuch. (No, not all feminists are crazed middle-aged women who spend their lives making protest signs and turning the world against men.) I'm a teenager and although these might possibly be the best years of my life, I bet you it'll be even more fun when I'm older. Look out world.

Writing = breathing.

Flames amuse me; once I get around to actually writing down the millions of plot bunnies chasing each other around my head, if you flame me I will laugh at you. Savvy?

I don't mind in the slightest if you don't like what I write; by all means, review to tell me that I'm a drama queen or an idiot or a terrible author who doesn't know what a semicolon is. (I probably am.) If you don't like the genre/pairing/content of my writing then that's fine too; I'm not going to force my personal beliefs/preferences/semicolons on anyone. CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM IS LOVE. Flames are occasionally love too, since (as previously stated) they are often hilariously funny. Just keep in mind that if you write a few sentences informing me that a) being gay is wrong and I'm going to hell, b) angst is an awful genre and should be burned at the stake, c) semicolons are EVIL, well it's hardly going to make me go OH NOES MY LIFE IS OVER, I WILL BE HETEROSEXUAL AND NEVER USE A SEMICOLON EVER AGAIN. Kay? :D

On the other hand, any and all reviews make me jump up and down and scream with joy (well no not literally, but it would be amusing, no?) so please don't be dissuaded by my slightly-psychotic ramblings. Don't feel obligated to review, I'm hardly going to go cry in the corner if you don't, but reviews lend a special sort of hyperactivity to my life and YEAH JUST REVIEW OKAY.