One day, I was born. I'd tell you how old I was at the time, but I don't remember. I was that young. I was dropped on my head regularly, until I learned how to fall down all on my own at the age of three - the beginning of a lifelong catastrophic ability to injure myself - and sometimes others. My injuries will be exploited sometime in the near future, in a book called "Lifestyles of the Tough and Dumb." However, I'm quick enough to avoid such catastrophe if the incident happens to be particularly dangerous, or involves little kids. Coincidence? No. Magic? No. It's the power of the ninja. Do not question it. *slinks off into shadow*

- - - Editors Note - HOLY COW! I was fifteen when I wrote that! .......So glad I grew up a bit since then....

Occupation? I'm a CNA at a local nursing home. Not a bad job, but certainly could use some improving.

Music, reading, TV, my American Girl dolls, and just recently knitting. Learning how to knit. <3 knitting.