Ohkay.

So, if you're reading this, you either know me and wish you didn't or you don't know me and you're glad. Or you're bored and you have a computer. Whichever way, you're going to sit the fuck down and listen to me talk. Oh, yeah, that's the first thing. I will be swearing. So, you with the virgin ears may want to get lost. Or let me rape your ears. Whatever.
So I guess I should start with who I am, for those of you who don't know me.
Emily.
Female.
Fourteen years old.
Five feet, six inches.
One hundred and eight pounds.
Caucasian.
Of German/Irish/English descent.
Self-declared grammar Nazi and higher being.
I like chocolate and reading and writing and music and taking long walks through sewer systems and cemeteries.
I don't trust anybody except my best friend.
Go bother him, too: http://mylifeisspiralingdownward.blogspot.com/
He's incredible and he loves me. Not you, me. PWND. Yeah, go ahead, be jealous. You should be.
My MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/bestillmyheart/
Don't be a creeper.
My phone number: is not 503-666, but call them anyway. Tell them to stop shouting their number in parking lots.
I like learning things. Today, I learned that if you change the language on your Facebook from English (US) to English (UK), it says 'Forgotten your password?' instead of 'Forgot your password?' This reminds me of Harry Potter so I kept it.
You're most likely to find me wherever Nick is, or at Dollar Tree, or at Martin's Deli, or at Mitchell's Ice Cream, because I like to eat.
Okay I'm done caring about that for now.
Tune in when there aren't Reese's Cups in front of me to hear more.