Ah, the section where you'll read and determine what kind of person I am. What to say, what to say...well, basic information. Name's Katie. I have one really close friend, Laura (who has me wrapped around her little finger). When I'm happy I flirt nonstop and avoid my computer. When I'm down I browse the web aimlessly and listen to terrible songs. When I'm in-between I have a tendency to dance around my kitchen to loud music while cooking at the same time. I try to always believe that life will get better, even at its best. I've never understood why some people think being called stubborn is an insult. I love to walk in the rain without a coat, get into my sweatpants in the middle of the day when I get home from school, and call people I love "dumbasses". I can't wait until I go to college in NYC. I wear skirts a maximum of twice a year, with a maximum length of thirty minutes for each time. I've been writing since fourth grade, but I hope my work's improved since then. I tend to write in the first person, or a strange first person/third person combo. I'm gay, so all of my stories that have to do with relationships involve two women - I write what I know. It's very unusual for me to write a story that's longer than a page, but I've done it a couple of times...short and sweet is how I like typically, though. =)
- Last seen on Nov 24 12:39 AM 2007. Member since February 5, 2007.
- I am a 16 year old girl from Washington (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm learning..
- Visit my homepage at www.myspace.com/sugabunny889
- I have 2 comments, 37 stories
My Stories
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I can almost taste you, feel your skin gliding across my lips at a speed someting like torture, something like love. My hands ache with a p
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There's an ashtray on each nightstand overflowing with cigarettes smoked long ago. Beer bottles clink each time she sets another one down, creating an eerie symphony to go with her loose movements and eyes shining with alcoho400 words, August 23, 2007
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I reach for the dark hair splayed on the pillow beside me, curling it around my finger gently. Finally she's been convinced to let it dry in its natural state, so beautiful, so...*free* is the word I'm thinking of as I look a300 words, August 14, 2007
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I will remember you. / How could I not? You're unforgettable. / I've seen Christmas lights in your windows, and the dancing Santa you loved to put on your coffee table. / I've been hit in the head with a200 words, August 9, 2007
