himes

In these days where I indulge my independence a bit more often than not - AND such gives way to a solitary lifestyle - or at least my life shared by one, I adore the stories I read. That i have the capacity to finally sit down and enjoy reading a book is not merely exciting and satiating - but it's ensuring that I do not got stark-raving mad from lack of emotional connections.

Now where is that darling lass of a bookworm that has an imaginative streak and a strange sense of humor?