I like: Neruda and Cummings and Red Hot Chili Peppers and lacy underwear and British men and men's shirts and black skinny jeans and my laptop and a few people I know and a brilliant man/boy in Docs who happens to go to medical school and Darjeeling Limited and Swedish chocolate and my VISA and ripped clothes and margaritas and 50's eye-liner and JD Salinger and Sylvia Plath and Sex on Fire and platform heels and caffeine pills (they're the road to success).

I don't like: dairy products (disgusting), communicating (aka 'talking about feelings'), baggy jeans, any warm beverage, eating, going to the hairdresser (I always cry) or vulgar American comedies.

So, "Where Reason Stops"... I'm not sure what I'm going to do about it. I would feel horrible just dropping it, even though it was just an experiment from the start... with no promises of being finished. My lovely reviewers have been so fascinated by my not-so-likable Edward and my all-over-the-place-Bella...

Do I continue it?

I can't really answer that. Sometimes I feel like writing, other times, I don't. I hate forcing words down, and it doesn't turn out that well when I do it. And right now, I'd really just want to forget about fanfiction for a while... I'm taking some classes, entertaining my burnt out medical intern of a boyfriend (poor thing) and trying to not spend too much time alone with my thoughts.