I was found floating in a cardboard box in the Hudson river as a baby. At three I harnessed the power of the evil laugh, and now have a huge army of evil chipmunks armed with toothpicks and tweezers at my disposal. Beware! Cross me and you will wake up one morning with plucked eyebrows and toothpick wounds.
I will love you forever if you get my custom title.
Writing (duh), using up all my Pandora hours in the last two days, acting, singing, more acting . . . procrastination (I'm a pro). Fretting about NaNoWriMo.