Author has written 22 stories for Inuyasha, Harry Potter, Sailor Moon, Yu-Gi-Oh, Beyblade, and Gravitation.
As the drugs take hold, you feel you are losing your grip on reality. You enter a world where reality is irrelevant and that irrelevance is the only thing that mattters...A world that your imagination has always been a resident of, but that your sensible mind has never experienced before now. You see a flash of burning white light...then...you have wholly entered and cannot turn back until your visit is complete. Welcome to...Lady Of Paranoia's profile...Please note that if ever questioned by authorities, you never recieved the drugs from Lady and that you consumed them out of your own free will. Therefore, She will not take responsibility for any side effects that may occur. Enjoy your stay.
I've been taking a year or two hiatus from this site due to personal reasons. During that time, this site has gone through so many changes that I feel like a complete stranger. It's rather unnerving having to reintroduce yourself to a site you once knew so well. Le Sigh... Oh well. Change is good for the soul. _~ Now, on to the stats...
Name: Frankly, I have no idea. I go by so many different names that I never know how to introduce myself. Just call me Lady and be done with it. _
Location: Nowhere, Everywhere
I am... obessive-compulsive, a procrastinator, idealistic, realistic, a contradiction, mad, open-minded, perplexing, paranoid, a perfectionist, health nut, timid, sociable, confused, daydreamer, overachiever, loyal, suspicious, weird, human.
I like... writing, reading, drawing, art, anime, manga, Shounen-ai/Yaoi, Shoujo-ai/Yuri, Het., running, soccer, music of all kinds, cooking, dancing, learning, traveling, people, girls, boys, cats, wolves, autumn, long hair, cereal, green tea, and squishy armchairs.
It is time... to go to bed. I can function on four hours of sleep but not three. Yeah.
Alternative Home: My original writings can be found on Fictionpress.com, under the pen name "Lithia Z.".
-"In spite of all the refinements of civilization that conspired to make art- the dizzying perfection of the string quartet or the sprawling grandeur of Fragonard's canvases- beauty was savage. It was as dangerous and as lawless as the earth had been eons before man had one single coherent thought in his head or wrote the codes of conduct on tablets of clay. Beauty was a Savage Garden."-Lestat de Lioncourt, "The Vampire Lestat," by: Anne Rice.
Last updated: 9/26/09