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Madeline May
25 January 1989
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Oh no, now I have to talk about myself. Um... well, I... how... hi there. I don't like talking about myself. It's the worst part of interviews, too. Am I supposed to be cocky, or just tell you things about myself that you don't know? Well... um, I can't burp. I'm more accident-prone than anyone else that I've met. I love the smell of wet leaves. I love the show Lost and I'm not sure where my life would be without it. Also, I will cry when it's over. I love soggy food for no real reason. It's only been recently that I've been able to admit that I no-holds-barred LOVE the colour pink. I'm Canadian through and through. I love dogs. I can smell when snow is coming - I think it's a Canadian thing. I'm afraid of my own toes. My second-hand embarrassment for others is almost overwhelming sometimes. I'm afraid of fish, railings, and clowns - in that order. I'm afraid of spiders but I'll cry if someone kills one. I am who I am and I like who I like, and I see no real reason to apologize or feel bad because of it. This is me and I'm proud.

Luckily I don't have a very strict friending policy, if you can call it that. I like friends. I like meeting people over the internet. I wouldn't have the amazing friends I have today were it not for this wonderful social networking site. But if you start to creep me out, insult one of my friends, or are a general nuisance or menace to my wellbeing or the wellbeing of others, I'mma hafta kick you to the curb. I'm fiercely loyal, so don't get on my bad side when it comes to the people I love. I think we'll get along just fine, don't you? Yeah. You're alright. C'mere, let's hug it out.

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