About the author
This is a girl of a meager twenty one years who spends most of her time contemplating things of little interest, or spouting views both religious, political and romantic that cause people to wince. Her two favourite things involve practically any flavour ice cream (though preferably pistachio) and men. She used to live in a little village just off the main road to everywhere else, where the only thing she found attractive about that arrangement was the erratically regular bus service.
Her two favourite songs in the whole world are Colourblind by Counting Crows, and Bittersweet symphony by The Verve. Though she is also quite happy to listen repeatedly to The Killers album Hot Fuss for hours on end.
In her writing Hatty endeavours to be either poetic, or at least grammatically correct. Unfortunately, upon most occasions this does not seem to be the case. She has a strong tendency towards introspection, and can get slightly hung up on the numptyness of men.
She has an extremely addictive personality and loves alcohol, dancing, and anywhere that involves both a little more than she should do. She comes from a family which can only be called dysfunctional, and attributes this as the reason for which she adores everything of what is best called a slightly strange persuasion.
She finds life is best looked at from a different perspective, so if you see her hanging upside down, or perched upon her wardrobe while writing, don’t be shocked. She is incredibly superstitious and can see signs in the most mundane things. She reads tarot cards relatively accurately, and lives in constant fear of coming up with death, the devil, and the lightening struck tower in one reading.
She has crazy friends, crazy boyfriends, and a crazy family. She is, in all respects, totally insane. But she enjoys it thoroughly, and if anyone tried to take it away from her she’d be the first and loudest to protest.
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