I'm Dani. I smoke menthols, I drink liquor, and I have a mouth that would make a sailor blush. My entire life I've wanted to be a writer, but I'm going to Culinary School. I have a monroe piercing. I'm chubby, 5'1, and VERY proud; I wear Chuck Taylors and skinny jeans.
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn't. Contrary-wise, what it is, it wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?

Date: August 8, 2010
Time:2:20 p.m.
Mood: Depressed.
Thoughts: How is a raven like a writing desk?

Forget Me Not.
Genre:: Fantasy/Romance.
Chapters:: Chapter Eight.