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●●●●● ⇒ Let me spin you a tale. You've stumbled across the diary of me -- Jessica, Hell Jessikaiser, Queen of the Internets, Bordeaux -- and the unremarkable account of my life as a movie theater lackey and, in general, as a bitch. If you look back far enough, you can hear me bitching about fashion retail and the horrors of having been an Animal Care Technician for the Humane Society, but that is an avenue I will never again travel down -- though veterinary school sounds alright.

I'm an eighteen-year-old girl living in Daytona Beach, Florida who is prone to fits of drama and dorkdom (of the J-Music/Drama/Movie, anime and video game variety) in alternate (and equal) amounts. If there's an E-List below the D-List, I'm sure as hell on it. I'm an atheist future-nurse who just so happens to be a caffeine-addicted, pansexual whore for the arts, and I'm as real as they come. An avid vocalist and pianist, I'm a tried-and-true chorus girl with a side of theater.

But what does that add up to, exactly? What precisely can you call an acting, singing, dancing, writing, piano-playing, asshole-baiting bitch who does nothing with her offtime except watch foreign media and pretend to be someone far interesting than herself?

... well, I call her myself.

You can call me whatever you like.