mary had a little lamb. here i am.

When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about. And that was the beginnin' of fairies.

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I am Summer.
I am a writer.
This is a home for my muses.
This is my character development journal.
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THE WRITER:

I am female

I am an adult, I can vote and I can legally drink - really that's all you need to know. Age is a number and not a true basis for maturity, wisdom or writing talent. That being said, I prefer to write with writers over the age of 18 for personal and moral reasons.

I live in sunny Southern California, so that puts me on Pacific Standard Time, which is about minus three hours for you East Coasters and two hours behind you Central kids and roughly eight hours behind those of you residing in the UK.

I am a night owl and keep vampire hours.

I play both sexes but tend more towards females because I understand female complexities more, though I do love my boys.

I do write adult SLs and smut, but there has to be a modicum of trust with the other MUN and it must be plot related.

I play Heterosexual and Bi-curious characters. I do not play Homosexual males, I haven't the muse or interest in that as a writer.

I have cyclothymic bipolar disorder and can tend to get a bit scattered from time to time, gentle nudging is often helpful if I overlook tagging back on a thread in a timely manner.

I am slightly dyslexic and therefore take a little extra time in general to tag back, especially if the reply is lengthy.

I like plot and back story and prefer to write with others with the same interest in building great plot and storylines.

CURRENTLY PLAYING @
Glee - Lima Losers

Tags: #basics

( I don't know why I find his stupidity charming. I mean, he's cheating off a girl who thinks the square root of four is rainbows... )

I hate you. I hate you. Oh, how I do so hate you.

My hate is pure. My hate is fierce. My hate is effervescent. I’m unable to explain why it fits this last adjective, but it does. I cannot deny how truly bubbly and nose-tingling my hate for you is. It is a well-shaken soda bottle of hate which resides in me.

If my hate had weight, it could be mistaken for a sumo wrestler. If my hate had sex, it would be the town slut. A true nymphomaniac Japanese wrestling giant; that is my hate.

I hope by now it’s become obvious how large and unwieldy my hate for you is. In fact, it’s of such vast size as to be practically immeasurable. Or in other words, it is of measurable dimensions, but so big, so cumbersome that the time and effort required to measure it far exceeds the limits of my life.

In conclusion, this will probably be my only hate letter to you. I may write again, but fortunately my hate is very short-lived. It’s probably all the weight.

( Light of May )