I am a tragedy waiting to happen, and a bottle of fireflies waiting to be let loose. My whole future hinges on the decision of one man, who is of an insane dispositon. However I am firm in the belief that with faith and trust, my life shan't be ruined. For we are all here to die, and to prepare for death we must. No, I am not in love with said insane man. I am repulsed by him, and indifferent towards him. I am, however, indebted to him, for showing me exactly the sort of person I should stay away from in any future endeavors at interaction with human beings. I like purple and blue things, ocean bream is my favourite fish, I adore eating prawns and I think cheese is a delicacy which is proving severely hard to stay away from. My Muse is Twig Blackadder, a stick-boy character I made up in the summer of 2011. My destiny is unknown, my trials include futile attempts to get rid of the podge that has enveloped my middle for reasons best known to itself, the insane numbness experienced by my toes, and the hair on my head. I like people, watching people, talking to people, hearing people and generally avoiding people. I used to hate hugs but now I am rather partial to them, and I think I am going to wear grey on my wedding day. Honk honk har har. I think some friends are selfish, and also very tiresome to be around, and doughnuts are scrumptious, and so is pizza. I prefer broccoli over cauliflower, although the two with cabbage and gravy are a treat. I have a soft spot for Jacks and Toms, and I despise pretty girls who show too much skin.