Female

lives atop a tower only penetrable by music. While not held captive by my imagination, I make (the best) grilled cheese for the nomadic delinquent of adulthood. I hula-hoops at the harbor for candy, and If chocolate milk is involved, I can be convinced to do just about anything.

I can not, so do not tie my shoes. I often bang my head on a pipe when I get up in the morning and I sit (and fall) off the same bench every day. When giving directions, Im forced to contort my hands into the letter "L" to figure out which way is left.

I don’t believe in fate, rather, I don’t believe in mystically predestined occurrences. But I don’t believe in coincidences either.