ABOUT ME
don't you just love it when you wake up one morning and realize that you are an extremely perverse little girl? then struggle to fall asleep that night after realizing that the perversion will no longer be appropriete in a few years (not that it ever was appropriete) but will be frowned upon when you become older?
and do you ever have that sinking feeling when you think about how you're pervertedness will probably result in you:
a. NOT getting a boyfriend (because you'll most likely scare the poor guys off)
b. sitting at home (alone might I add) wondering if you'll ever lose your virginity (that even though your mind is polluted by rain from the gutters, you still might not be able to walk the walk when it comes time?)
c. writing stories about other people losing their virginity (something you hope happens to you but never does)
well HA! I laugh at you! what a sad life you lead. I on the other hand am totally normal and will NEVER have those kind of problems (as you can so clearly see by the vast amounts of fanfiction I continuously write)

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OTHER NONE IMPORTANT STUFF THAT ONLY STALKERS WANT TO READ
Q. a/s/l you smexy girl?
A. 15/f/Toronto

Q. that's hot, what's your name?
A. Angela, what's yours?

Q. that's for me to know and you to find out. however, I will continue to ask you a serie of questions that you must answer.
A. that wasn't a question!
Q. SILENCE SMEXY GIRL!
A. I told you my name is Angela...
Q. YOU ARE WHO I SAY YOU ARE. NOW BOW DOWN TO MY AWESOME-NESS!
A. fine...but don't expect me to like it! and you can be certain that I will make it my duty to hit my head upon this pavement.

Q. mwahaha, now that you have bowed down to you and bumped your head, what, pray tell, do you like?
A. tacos, burritos...
Q. FOOL! you must tell me in ALPHABETICAL ORDER!
A. why would...
Q. DO IT!
A. art, being sick (but not throwing up, puking, having diarrhea, or being constipated), burritos, chocolate chip cookies, deviantART, fanfiction, graphic novels, manga, perverts (who are not old or fat or ugly or bald), tacos, and YAOI

Q. very well. and what don't you like?
A. in alphabetically order?
Q. why would you say it in alphabetical order? are you retarded?
A. but you said...
Q. never mind what I said.
A. ok...
pause
Q. why aren't you telling me what you don't like?
A. because you said not to mind what you said
Q. didn't I tell you not to mind that!
A. yes but...
Q. but what?
A. but nothing
Q. exactly. now that we have that settled, tell me your dislikes.
A. I don't like people who are dense...
Q. you're dense
A. I don't like cherries, corn, travelling, and feeling fat.
Q. you are a strange child.
A. indeed I am

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THE OH-SO-LOVED LEMONS FROM MY STORIES

WRITTEN BY THE OH-SO-LOVELY YAOILOVER S
Living in Captivity, Chapter 2: http://www.mediaminer.org/fanfic/view_ch.php/79614/261065/
Living in Captivity, Chapter 6: http://adultfan.nexcess.net/aff/story.php?no=544170675