A mediocre writer of (often) bad poetry and (even worse) stories and such... A profit of doom, a libra who can't make up her mind about anything, and in general, one hot, flaming mess of everything and nothing all at once... A social deviant who hates being boxed in by labels, loves trivia games, can hold her own in a debate or discussion on just about anything, and was seemingly born in the wrong decade and the wrong part of the country.