If you've somehow stumbled onto my page, here is a brief summary of my will:

~Must be cremated
~Must be an organ donor
~Must be put in the oven with a   bag of pickles
~If possible, please put me in heels (I don't want to enter the afterlife still being 4'11)
~NO GEMINI will be invited to the ceremony (With the exception of my father if he's still around) 

My belongings:

~My books will go to Telitha
~My makeup will go to Cass
~The $2.67 in my bank will go to Paris
~The 6 month old opened $5 bottle of wine in my fridge will also go to Paris
~The clump of lint in my back pocket will go to my sworn enemy (You know who you are)
~Friendly reminder: I sold my firstborn daughter to the devil once she reaches ten so make sure she's packed and ready to go. 
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With the formalities out of the way, welcome! Now, I'm not the best writer and I'm still learning, but I'm very fond of 3 things: crazy plot twists, surprise deaths, and unexpected endings. So with those key things, relax, lay down, take a hit if needed and prepare to have your still beating heart ripped out of your chest and to be strung up with your intestines.