Name: Britt
But you can call me: Ghost, Moonlit.
I live in: Australia! Tasmania, to be precise.
I am: um, 14.
Likes: anime, drawing, fantasy of course. And meh GBA.
Fav shows: Zoids, Invader Zim, and Futurama.
Fav book-isms: theh dragoncharm triligy, and JTHM, heeeeh. And a Series of Unfortunant Events.
I live in Tasmania, which is the speck beneath Australia, and i am, uh, in my teenage years and love art... well, obviously, my main type is fantasy, i especially love dragons and magic, and anthro, because i also love animals, and for the road, i am a cat person, opposed to a dog person. My favourite animal is a cheetah cuz they rock! My favourite shows are Zoids and Invader Zim, and my favourite bands are Linking Park, POD, REM, Chili pepers, and silverchair. I am mentally depressed most of teh time, and i'm dumb, the only subjects i'm good at are art and english, because i am aiming to be an auther/illistrater. I am new here, so drop me a line. oh, and the world will be destroyed in 2011, for those who it may concern.
The heeeeeat... Oh, read my story!posted Jan 11th 2005, 4:02AM
Mood: Dead
Music: What? What? What?
grr, it's so hot. And heres a nice little story about solitude:
Once upon a time there was a cat called Moonlit. Moonlit was very strange because she liked solitude, and didn't mind being alone. Infact when the rest of her family was going to the beach, Moonlit was looking foeward to staying in the house alone and going on the computer. But when she got up, her brother hadn't left yet, and was still on the computer playing Counter Strike. Moonlit was very distressed, and so she made her honeywheets, and went outside to eat them because it was a hot day. During the time when she was outside, Nick left the house and locked it up and drove away into the the sunset, and when a little Moonlit emerged from the eating-of-the-honeywheet, she found to her dismay, that she was locked out.
She spent alot of the time performing activities like: Sitting infront of the screen door, trying to manufacture a lockpick from a stick and a spoon she'd eaten her breakfast with. Sitting on a chair and whacking berries off a tree with a long cardbourd tube. Following a lone-ranging jackjumper to its headquarters so she might find out its nest and then nuke it later. Searching under filthy rocks for the long-lost spare key. And alot of other things my sun-boiled brain has failed to remember. Cheers.
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