Okay, so yeah. My deviantart page is basically dead, because all my art sucks. I suppose I could start adding some of the things that I write, because honestly, I think I write pretty good. But then I'd be afraid of people stealing my work and all. I mean, I know there's a whole copyright thing going on, but still.

MY BOOK IS MY BABY.

And there isn't much on my baby anyway. Just a bunch of crap about Lucifer and Hell and things you don't want to know about until you read the entire stinking book.

But I suppose I could add it. If you really wanted to twist my arm on it.

Yes?

Okay then. I'll be adding it. But I swear, anyone tries to steal my ideas, and I will not hesitate to sue, or hunt you down myself. I'm a good tracker.

Not.

But yeah. I had Starbucks, and chocolate, and watched dancing shows and now I'm hyped up on imaginary vodka that is actually just really expensive water.

How come more people don't ask WHY?

I don't get it. Why is such a reasonable question.

WHY?!

I love you all, imaginary people I pretend love me. Enjoy the little bit I've written on my baby so far, once I get it up anyway.

Remember, Vlad The Impaler= Eternal Love, and possibly eternal damnation. ;D

Ciao, and peace out.

-Britania (Really, it's not so sexy sounding. >> I'm just Brittany. Don't wake me up from my dreams.)