More importantly, you are the CLASSIEST OF BROADS. Most would spontaneously combust in the state of class you operate at because it's seriously TOO HOT TO HANDLE. The only tool that can withstand your full levels of class is your weapon of choice, the mighty CAINE SCHTICK, the snazziest of gentlemanly walking-sticks and the pimpin'est of pimp-canes, lovingly crafted from THE SOULS OF THE DAMNED and THE TEARS OF YOUR ENEMIES. Yes. Good.

You also have many INTERESTS, including HOMESTUCK, the BBC series SHERLOCK, AVATAR, FANCY CLOTHING YOU WILL NEVER WEAR, many varieties of COMICS, a smattering of other things you're into but not enough to be worth mentioning, and, yes, FIRE. You REBLOG TOO MANY THINGS, are forgetful with your FANART TAG, and possess both a REGRETTABLY SHORT ATTENTION SPAN and a RATHER BAD TENDENCY TO RAMBLE.

You're mystified why people you don't know in real life occasionally feel the need to follow you and your crazy, but when it happens nonetheless feel touched by the fact that they apparently find you entertaining. And proceed to SCREAM IN CONFUSION a lot more than necessary.