I am so bad at these things, simply for the reason that I'm too lazy and I never quite know what to say.

Wellll I am currently female, single, queer (which in my case means I swing both ways, although girls are SO much better than boys and I spend more time feeling like I have a penis than wanting to touch one), and a sarcastic realist. Music OWNS ME and I love a little bit of every single type out there except death metal, which, sorry, sounds like my Dad's bullfrog impression. Bruce Springsteen is my absolute favorite artist of all time.

I write fic for anything that inspires me, and most of it is going to be one-shots and drabbles because I'm awesome at the creating and beginning part, HORRIBLE at the finishing. So it's gonna be short stuff.

Right now I'm on a serious eighties kick, especially the music and the show 21 Jump Street. I'm writing 100 stories for that, which I'll get around to posting...sometime. Supernatural is my other current obsession.

Anyways that's all I can muster for now, if you'd like to know more, request something or just make a new friend, my AIM screen name is xMcQuaid.

"in the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream
at night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
sprung from cages out on Highway 9
chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin' out over the line
oh, baby this town rips the bones from your back
it's a death trap, it's a suicide rap, we gotta get out while we're young
'cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run

Wendy, let me in, I wanna be your friend
I wanna guard your dreams and visions
just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims
and strap your hands 'cross my engines
together we could break this trap, we'll run till we drop
and baby we'll never go back
oh, will you walk with me out on the wire?
'cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider
but I gotta know how it feels
I wanna know if love is wild, babe, I wanna know if love is real

beyond the Palace, hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors and the boys try to look so hard
the amusement park rises bold and stark
kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight in an everlasting kiss

the highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
everybody's out on the run tonight but there's no place left to hide
together, Wendy we'll live with the sadness
I'll love you with all the madness in my soul
oh, someday girl I don't know when
we're gonna get to that place where we really wanna go and we'll walk in the sun
but till then, tramps like us
baby we were born to run"

- Born to Run, Bruce Springsteen