Real name: Holly
Member Since: 10/19/2005
Membership status: Member
I've changed my name to entirelytoo, as it's less boring than the other one, is easier to type, has no hyphens, is shorter, makes people furrow their brow in confusion and say "entirely too what?" and is actually the name of all the rest of my stuff, livejournal, AIM, and yahoo.
It's simpler this way. I promise. But on to more pressing matters...
Yep. I've been sucked away from ff.net. Surprise surprise, the nazis.
Anywho, I'm here. Hi! Hola! Aloha! Bonjour! etc. etc. and so forth.
My name's Holly, if you didn't know (or if you're too intelectually challenged to deduce that from my other penname), and I'm from Alabama.
...yes, I speak Southern and eat grits and drink loads of lemonade and love sweet potatoe pie and adore turnip greens and cornbread and can think of off the top of my head about two dozen places where you might go to observe the more intricate lifestyle of a cow, which in all honestly consists of eating lots of grass and farting continuously (though I don't live on or even very near these places. I just have to drive past them all the time to see family and such.) (Oh, and a small tidbit of useless information which is the honest-to-Merlin truth: cows produce more of the methane in the atmosphere than cars do. No joke. They did a scientific study on it. Not sure why, but they did.)
I was asked to come here because of my story, Quick! Grab the Cheese Wheels and Run!, and I must say that I was absolutely shocked. It's a bit strange to realize that enough people like my story for word to get round. Not that I'm complaining. It's just really...strange.
Livejournal is my secret lover. Go there if you want to talk to me, I love making new friends, and if you comment on one of my entries I'll squee my head off and be very happy. It's also a good place to see what I'm up to fanfiction wise, as I often mention that. I'll try to be good and tag them all as "fanfiction."
I'll be leaving now, chillies. Off to find myself some pie and such. Please do check out my stories. And if you would be so kind as to review, I'd be very much grateful.
And so would Lawrence, who is my gender-confused wall, first ever non-living object to recieve breast implants, and most annoying muse who incessantly insists I write a story about peaches, as that is his favorite food.
I'm thinking about obliging soon.