This is never going to be anything other than corny. Lets keep it short and sweet, shall we?
21 years old. British (half-English, half-Welsh). Owner of a crazy black cat named Abbie. I have questionable sanity and unquestionable insanity. My favourite things are music, books and fictional psychopaths.
I'm always happy to friend new people, though I ask that you comment on my Friends Only post first, unless I know you already. My fandoms are the definition of random, from opera to J-Pop and from Stephen Fry to Supernatural. Check my interests if you're not sure. If you are racist or homophobic, I kindly ask that you let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.
I think it was Donald Mainstock, the great amateur squash player who pointed out how lovely I was. Until that time I think it was safe to say that I had never really been aware of my own timeless brand of loveliness. But his words smote me, because of course you see, I am lovely in a fluffy moist kind of way and who would have it otherwise? I walk, and let’s be splendid about this, in a highly accented cloud of gorgeousness that isn’t far short of being, quite simply terrific. The secret of smooth almost shiny loveliness, of the order of which we are discussing, in this simple, frank, creamy sort of way, doesn’t reside in oils, unguents, balms, ointments, creams, astringents, milks, moisturisers, liniments, lubricants, embrocations or balsams, to be rather divine for just one noble moment, it resides, and I mean this in a pink slightly special way, in ones attitude of mind. To be gorgeous, and high and true and fine and fluffy and moist and sticky and lovely, all you have to do is believe that one is gorgeous and high and true and fine and fluffy and moist and sticky and lovely. And I believe it of myself, tremulously at first and then with rousing heat and passion, because, stopping off for a second to be super again, I’m so often told it. That’s the secret really. -Stephen Fry, A Bit of Fry & Laurie