My name is Anna and I am sixteen.
If I am not here pretending I am a writer, I am probably going to be lying like a beached whale somewhere reading some my favourite comics like Tintin and Calvin and Hobbes while listening to wonderful happy music. Otherwise, I could be baking sloppily-iced cupcakes or sprawled on the floor agitating my cat with balled-up tin foil. Or maybe I'll just be prancing around in the 1950s prom dress I own for some reason. Whatever's happening in my quiet little world, you can easily discern my short attention span and dislike for the outside.
So stay tuned for some of my digital ramblings on this here inter-blag.