"I love criticism. Just so long as it's unqualified praise."

Noel Coward

Female, 20, quoted "adorably small and mouse like," from a dear friend of mine (bitch). Fully fledged Australian buffoon in my own degrading way, plenty of laughs here and there, the occasional tedious hour, a colossal appetite for that foodstuff, and I believe pumpkins serve only one purpose in my life, and that is to be the uncanny demise of my existence. Just, no. Yuck. Moving on, I do believe that my mind was a genetically fashioned compound elegantly fused with fabulous notions and reformed philosophies (Ha), but then again, my ideas just pop out of god knows what, florid and ever-so lovely in distinction, and then vanishes without so much as hoo-ha to my feelings. And then I’m stuck. Quite... figuratively.

I do manage to snag a few interesting little titbits, and through the conventional usage of the World Wide Web, I submit them right here on this very reformed site. I browse Fanfiction for two purposes really. To submit, and to sate my severe withdrawal symptoms whenever I finish a game, book, movie, or TV series. (Hello, Joss Whedon's FIREFLY, anyone?! Such a travesty. Death to FOX.) I write to escape, to indulge, and to entertain. My gratification goes out to my inspirations: Thomas Harris, Lord Byron, J.R.R Tolkien, Dean Koontz, Christopher Paolini, Oscar Wilde, George R.R. Martin, Mary Shelly and film composure's/conductors whom mold the sweet, tenderizing feels of my writing, James Newton Howard, Hans Zimmer, Clint Mansell, Thomas Newman, James Horner, Paul Haslinger, Michael McCann, Sam Hulick, Sascha Dikiciyan, Cris Velasco. Right on and cheers!

Delicacies submitted by your insistence (those little things called reviews) are what motivate me. Analytical, critical, substantial, wee, or just the occasional charming loather with a vengeance, anything. Bring 'em on, I say! Although, I find it drearily aggravating whenever someone simply reads it and then leaves. My aggression goes out to you, I love you... so much. You f*ing depress me. No, I joke, I joke.

Tossers. :)

Read and enjoy. Take it upon yourselves to plagiarise then I hunt you down and buckle your existence until every insignificant aspect of your pathetic life becomes utterly and irrevocably deceased. Tah!