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Argh, hello.
Sorry, don't mean to come off angry or anything.
There's a hole in the floor right now...
M'kay so. A name? :)
My name is Crystal Hay. I'm almost 5"1 (seriously, I am fucking short). Mmm. Yeah, can I be like older than 15 but not a 70 yr old pedo that I secretly am? Thanks love.
So, personality... I'm quite a quiet little creature I suppose until I get to know somebody. But, no problems with boys. Even when I has a crush on one 0.0
But after I know ya it's like, holy shit, screaming around, smashing polystyrene cups against head screaming out the words to One Love by U2. Can be rather immature but then again, so is everybody else here (in the nicest way possible). I hate it when people don't think outside the square, fucking irritating grown up types.
Job: Normally I'd say guitarist or some cool shit. But for this story's sake, an art therapist. They help restore clients' wellbeing through art, that's bloody brilliant.
Background: so. This is based in America? Well, okay. I'm an Aussie kid by birth, lived there til' I was eight, then moved to New Zealand. I guess I moved to America because... big city dreams or something? :)
I kinda like being by myself, it's a personality trait I despise within me. But solitude is the best.

Duder: So Spencer Dispenser is still left out? How can this be?
:)
loVE