Age: Older than a mayfly, younger than this continent.
Favourite Weapons: Anything hard, heavy, and pointy at a pinch.
Her Deal: The cynical, rabid "bleep who causes grief for everybody else because she doesn't have a life, and is too stupid to get one." That's a direct quote, by the way. Enjoy it.
Objects of Pridefulness: Memory, perfectionism, disgust with 90% of the human species, and ability to actively hate absolutely anyone based on the way they pronounce the word "either".
Is Most Definitely: Canadian. Eat my woolly tartan moose-embroidered socks, thou Southerners.
Likes: Springrolls and plum sauce, reading/writing (sometimes simultaneously), my local art store, drawing, walking in green fields, burning green fields, griping relentlessly, Greek food, the term "sod".
Bloody Well Dislikes: Eighteen-year-old-tenants who let their boyfriend smoke within ten feet of the house; the same who tend to leave the dryer going even if it's gotten off-balance and its pounding on the floor; humanity in general, stars of any sort in particular; stereotypes; civilisation; this computer; overuse of exclamation marks.
Contests Mistpaw's claim to being the most reclusive of the Crazy Vixens. Eatcher heart out, nyah.
