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About me

Gender	Female
Introduction	The question is....if I told you to jog on....would you know exactly what I'm talking about? But in all reality, or at least my reality, for my world seems to be such a happier rip in the page: I am a free write, popping schizophrenic Jacks like sweet tarts, catching OCD devils on the curve. I am hydrophobic, alligator-phobic, and a third thing I can't remember. I am the one who is constantly cold. I am afraid of the dark. I am terrified of empty churches. I am a sucker for movie previews with opera music. I am the one who topples the Jenga tower. I was once a god of math. I am a gifted doctor. Rain is my element. I have sat through a class and not heard a single word. I have walked the corner streets of Sweden, the alleyways of Estonia. I have wept in Poland, recovered in Prague. I question the health of my soul, seeing as I don't eat enough vegetables. I can ask if you want fries with that. My writings make me seem borderline D.I.D. I am the one they call Cait, Cat, Cake, Blaine, Roo and Plu. I am me, the free write popping schizophrenic Jacks like sweet tarts, catching OCD devils on the curve.

Gender

Female

Introduction

The question is....if I told you to jog on....would you know exactly what I'm talking about? But in all reality, or at least my reality, for my world seems to be such a happier rip in the page: I am a free write, popping schizophrenic Jacks like sweet tarts, catching OCD devils on the curve. I am hydrophobic, alligator-phobic, and a third thing I can't remember. I am the one who is constantly cold. I am afraid of the dark. I am terrified of empty churches. I am a sucker for movie previews with opera music. I am the one who topples the Jenga tower. I was once a god of math. I am a gifted doctor. Rain is my element. I have sat through a class and not heard a single word. I have walked the corner streets of Sweden, the alleyways of Estonia. I have wept in Poland, recovered in Prague. I question the health of my soul, seeing as I don't eat enough vegetables. I can ask if you want fries with that. My writings make me seem borderline D.I.D. I am the one they call Cait, Cat, Cake, Blaine, Roo and Plu. I am me, the free write popping schizophrenic Jacks like sweet tarts, catching OCD devils on the curve.