Orphaned as a child, I was sent to an isolated village outside Geneva for the early years of my life, prompting many flashbacks in the future of Switzerland, cows, green grass, and not much else. I then moved on to Australia after my foster family was killed by a raging banker who demanded we surrender our entire watch collection to him.After arriving on Australian shores, I soon discovered I was just as bored anywhere else. So they put me into a mental asylum for the "not so criminally insane but trying hard enough" department, and I can't remember much else except surfing myspace whilst in there and thinking about Lindt chocolate.I'm very friendly and energetic, once they let me out of these straight jacket things...because it's really difficult to type with a blunt pencil held in my mouth. I have three other cell mates, and they all go to the same university as me which sucks because everyone feels as if they can achieve greater things rather than writing down feminist theories on sheets of paper (with the corners cut of course, so we don't hurt ourselves).It's time for my shots, so like, hope my page doesn't give you a seizure or turn you crazy, otherwise you might end up with me, hahaha, sedated 24/7...
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