Schmai is small, unique (but not necessarily interesting); by nature, she wants to talk to you all, Bored, Boring, Tall, Long, Foreign, Near, Far, Sideways and Lonely alike.
She cannot write bios to save her life, but then again, when is she likely to have to? There are far more important skills to be lacking in, like staying upright, convincing tutors you *are* enrolled in their uni course and keeping dry eyes on public transport.
Sp, Peace, Love and a Hard Cock! Tori is Queen Bee; I buzz in unison. Ms Atwood writes miracles and Trent *does* come closer. Furthermore, Thom is also quite small and, like JT, charms horror into cracked sweets (although I will say is less conveniently ambiguous about such things as say...identity).
Teeth are for the weak, EAT HONEY (happiness by the sugar-spoonful) and until something better comes along, do please feel free to come along yourself and leave your writing on these walls.
9 out of 10 Jezz say : Schmai adores pretty boys (and girls), that delicious amber syrup, being distracted, and curling up to sleep in warm, cushiony places. In between protesting against French essays and occasionally removing her headphones to order a coffee, she’s wandering curiously around town in her boots and bobby pins. So, welcome to: random, infrequent tales from Narnia on this here El-Jay.