Hi there! I am ready and willing for cybering etc, so come on down and show me a good time!

My general appearance: I am on the taller side of average, and I have hazel eyes and browny-blonde hair. I have glasses, but most of the time I wear contacts.

If you had me alone, locked up in your room for 24 hours, and I had to do whatever you wanted me to do, what would you do with me? Post this in your house. You might be surprised at the answers you get.

So... anyhoo... this is a poem I wrote:

Murder On the Walls


She sits as quiet as murder
With a crayon in her hand
She draws the images in her mind
Of a murderous land

She sits unsmiling throughout
As she sketches murder on the walls
Drowning, death and destruction reign
She's broken all the rules

She sits mesmerized by her scribbles
And they seem to come alive
For while there's murder on the walls
She has power, and she has knives.