My turn. I am Katie. That's pretty much it. I have no one set personality, not much is constant as far as my character goes. I am a woman of contridictions, conflictions, emotion, and inconsistancy. I'm not a great speller. I am in love with writing, although I'll admit, at times the way I talk is degrading to the English language. I sound like a piece of hillbilly trash. It's somewhat fitting. I do have a very serious side that most people don't see. I'm okay with that. Anybody can think what they want. I just don't see a point in not having fun with life. I have no strong opinion on religon. Believe whatever makes you happy, just don't hurt anybody else. My personal belief is that a god may or may not exist, but that this information is really impossible and unnessacary to know. I view government as a nessacary evil. I'm not that big into politics (I mean c'mon... would you vote for ME? ) However, I do masturbate to the Bill of Rights. Poetry is the best thing ever. I almost don't want to call it that, because the name, I've found carries negitive connotations with a lot of people. I cannot stand free-verse. There are a few writers who can do it well, myself not being one of them. The rest will just write a piece that drags on... just adjectives, no wits, no action, no ideas. I hate groups of adjectives thrown together and called "a poem". I am kind of a snob. Weird... I don't have much interest in other people at the current moment. They are boring. I like messy rooms, dirty houses, used notebooks. Clean, new things are untrustworthy. They make me paranoid. I do not believe in drug use. Although there are rare times when I really REALLY want some fucking whiskey. People don't know me. I don't feel close to other people, not even my best friend. It kind of scares me, and sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong. My school is full of kids who assume I'm a drug addict and a prostitue. Ahaha... well, whatever. Rumors don't bother me anymore. I have come to the conclusion that I am NOT mentally ill in any way, shape, or form. And nobody is going to convince me otherwise. I accept chaos. I no longer try to explain the world to myself. I just watch it happen. I'm in a bad mood lately because I keep losing weight and no doctor can tell me why. I am determined to get my 36-26-36 figure back if I have to kill somebody and eat their brains. My clothes don't fit. My bras don't fit. It's annoying. There isn't much else to say. I like Bob Dylan (only a tiny bit ) I want to become a poet. I'm not very good, and there isn't much money in it, but I do not care. I feel like I don't have any other choice. I love opera music, too. It's so gorgeous. Oh, and I have a wife. She's cruel and unfaithful, but I can't walk away from her. Any questions?