A writer who fills a page with ink blots rather than words—at the moment.  

I'm the kind of girl who's favorite novels range from John Grisham's legal thrillers to Sophie Kinsella's Confessions of a Shopaholic.  Same goes with music since I'm in love with Linkin Park's beat and lyrics to that dreamy jazz voice of Michael Bublé. Yes, I should've stop with that '—at the moment' line.  

Me? I love the idea of love.  My hopes for ideal scenes are endless but lately it's been a splash of reality.  And when I say splash its like a bucket of ice cold water with actual ice cubes in it. I know. But wouldn't it be nice if those two can mesh together? Not the ice cubes, those ideal thoughts and reality.        

You see, I'm looking for something magical yet hoping for something real.  

...well lemme put it into words then.  Or perhaps, I could read those words—those stories that you typed instead. 

Hi, there.