I write poni. I am easily distracted. I like Oreos.

I sometimes pretend I have a posting schedule other than "sometime soon."

Was that me? Or was it... somepony else?

Are you ready, kids? Also a thingy so my pizza funds don't run out anytime soon.

Somedays, I sit, looking at the stars. I muse and wonder. I meditate and reflect. And I find the miracle in a new day of life. Especially since I swallowed so much glass the day before.

Who let the dogs out?

Thanks, but please don't send me cash "tips." Instead, support this charity: The Fletcher Street Urban Riding Club.

I'm an irritating fangirl who also writes. A lot of my stuff is sad. I am sometimes overly sex-positive, so if you are sex-negative, I might have called you an elitist taint jockey. Sorry about that.

I'll never be as suave as I want to be.

loves tiaras.