I live to write; I write to live.

In my spare time (translation: that time of the year when the cow jumps over the moon), I enjoy watching paint dry, counting the number of black lines there are on a bar code, splitting atoms, dividing by zero, talking to Chicken--my dead pet koi fish--about my paranoiac tendencies, and baking.

Yes, I bake. Surprise, surprise.

And I can count, too.
But only until a hundred, because if I go beyond that, my nose starts to bleed.

To get a further glimpse into this pseudo-mysterious writer,
visit her website (yes, she is egotistic enough to make a website for and of herself):
http://www.nocturnalscribe.webs.com/

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Note to readers:
I am totally open to constructive criticism. If I have errors in my spelling and grammar, and even loopholes in my story, please feel free to point them out. I need all the help I can get. Your comments are welcome!

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Quick Favorites:
-owls
-poetry
-books
-family
-friends
-indie music
-animé
-coffee
-Owl City

(although not necessarily in that order)

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John 3:16
Romans 10:9
Romans 1:16
Herbrews 11:1
Isaiah 40:28-31

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