User Profile

My name is Anna, and I am a hopeless American with a yang for writing and occasionally being incredibly stupid. I am currently in college and have three different ways of being identified: my parents call me a lost cause, my not-so-friends call me a gigantic bitch and my friends call me Clem. (Feel free to use whichever fits your own personality type)

I also have a not quite secret passion for baseball (Tigers, Red Sox and Cubs!), hockey (Red Wings) and Tennis (for which my traditional American sports family scratchs their heads over). Love to write, and while my goal would be to one day adorne the bookselfs of all Barnes and Nobles stores, at the moment I settle for writing (and absorbing) slash fanfiction of various TV shows, movies and sports. And yes, I did say SLASH. (Don't know what that means? Well, chances are it's not for you then. Have a problem with it? Please, do ten percent of the population a favor and get over yourself, I mean, seriously).

Now that introductions are over, I will welcome anyone and everyone into my journal, and therefore, my mind. Ignore the surgeon general's warning, I promise I am not dangerous to anyone's health. Unless you took high school chemistry with me, in which case I am truly sorry.

Quote of the Month: "Men are mere mortals who are not worth going to your grave for." - Shirley Bassey, 'Diamonds Are Forever'

And here it is, the proof of my unyeilding insanity, a big honking table of prompts that will no doubt leave me in agony.

Wanna Talk About It? - A Dexter Grif/Dick Simmons Collection

Table-A

001.	Beginnings.	002.	Middles.	003.	Ends.	004.	Firsts.	005.	Friends.
006.	Hours.	007.	Days.	008.	Weeks.	009.	Months.	010.	Years.
011.	Lovers.	012.	Strangers.	013.	Love.	014.	Too Much.	015.	Not Enough.
016.	Simple.	017.	Complicated.	018.	Accident.	019.	Addicted.	020.	Smell.
021.	Sound.	022.	Touch.	023.	Taste.	024.	Sunrise.	025.	Sunset.
026.	Breakfast.	027.	Lunch.	028.	Dinner.	029.	Vacation.	030.	Date.
031.	Time.	032.	Birthday.	033.	Thanksgiving.	034.	Christmas.	035.	Valentine.
036.	Secrets.	037.	Hurt.	038.	Threesome.	039.	Kink.	040.	Lies.
041.	Passion.	042.	Hidden.	043.	Confession.	044.	Discovery.	045.	Truth.
046.	Betrayal.	047.	Dream.	048.	Nightmare.	049.	Lost.	050.	Emotion.
051.	Epiphany.	052.	Sex.	053.	Denial.	054.	Jealousy.	055.	Greed.
056.	Lust.	057.	Hands.	058.	Lips.	059.	Kiss.	060.	Crush.
061.	Winter.	062.	Spring.	063.	Summer.	064.	Fall.	065.	Anniversaries.
066.	Romantic.	067.	Union.	068.	Afraid.	069.	Safe.	070.	Protection.
071.	Broken.	072.	Fixed.	073.	Heat.	074.	Night.	075.	Shade.
076.	Who?	077.	What?	078.	Where?	079.	When?	080.	Why?
081.	How?	082.	If.	083.	And.	084.	He.	085.	Them.
086.	Choices.	087.	Life.	088.	Fight.	089.	Work.	090.	Home.
091.	Peace.	092.	Bedroom.	093.	Gentle.	094.	Independence.	095.	New Year.
096.	Writer‘s Choice.	097.	Writer‘s Choice.	098.	Writer‘s Choice.	099.	Writer‘s Choice.	100.	Writer‘s Choice.

And for my own personal reference: a:pairing:red vs blue:grif/simmons

You Are Cereal

Playful and lighthearted, breakfast is likely your favorite meal of the day. (In fact, you're probably the type who sneaks cereal as a midnight snack.) Your culinary skills are probably a bit lacking... and you are a sucker for junk food. Some people accuse you of eating like a kid, but you prefer to think of yourself as low maintenance.

What Kind of Breakfast Are You?

You Don't Need Extra Attention

You're perfectly happy with who you are, and you don't need attention to feel good about yourself. You prefer to let your actions and accomplishments speak for themselves. Working hard to get people to like you is your idea of a nightmare. You've got a lot going on, and anyone with half a brain will notice that on their own! You come across as: Confident and serious People may wrongly think you're: Stuck up and shy

Are You An Attention Whore?

Friends (3):

Mutual Friends (2):