<--The Stranger is alive and she is pleased.

I am: formerly of the east coast, a sag named Psyche, a lapsed Catholic, 24 years old, shy, dirt broke, conservative, a baker of sorts, mostly harmless, Jezebel, usually tired, generally confused, a nice girl, on my way to your house with a molotov cocktail

I am not: at your mercy, a goddess, a professional anything, ambidextrous, an activist, trying to rob you Bilbo Baggins, goth, the fig-plucker's son, very good at drawing, punctual, Otherkin, headed anywhere specific

I like: Studio Ghibli, griffins, George RR Martin, the color grey, the sky, comments, X-Men, kinkajous, The Last Unicorn, my fellow Elfwood artists, Eels, sesquipedalian vocabulary, Saint Wenceslas, my family, water, moving

I do not like: mustard, sexually explicit material, online debating, Eminem, carrion, telephones, Terry Goodkind, repeating myself, soda bottles without contests under the cap, lawnmowers, the mean kids who won't let the rabbit have any Trix, cursing, makeup

I have: a glass giraffe, lovely friends, a BA in English, grey wings, a site full of mediocre fantasy art, an alien bursting out of my chest OH GOD HELP ME, a stuffed snowleopard, brown hair, one sister, issues, too many characters

I do not have: a car, an image inducer, ferrets anymore, an uzi, time to take charity requests sorry, triskaidekaphobia, as many gargoyles as I want, a large Czech lexicon, a spaceship, a frenom between my upper lip and teeth

Please comment and give me candy.