I'm just an average 25 year old small town girl who's aching to get out and get on with things. I call myself a writer, although I don't write as much as I should. I'm hoping that I'll find my muse again someday, as he was kidnapped years ago and I've only been shown glimpses of him to assure me that he's alive and well. I'm a factory worker by evening and a super sleeper by day, and self-described couch surfer on the weekends. That's what Illinois winters will do to ya. I'd like to have some great, interesting, enviable things to put in here, like volunteer work in a third world country or running a marathon, but alas, 'tis not to be. I'm just me, and I hope that once in awhile I can tell a story about my life that gives the illusion of interesting.