"“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Ahh!” --- Jack Keroac" Well hello there. I am yet another cast away from the capsized Ficlets.com, which I will sadly miss. I'm looking forward to getting started here and becoming a part of the community! Oh, so hey. I'm Mary and I write stuff, and sometimes it's worth reading but most of the time it's not. Chances are, if I know you, I've written about you. I'm addicted to coffee and Iron Chef America. I like to think that I'm good at jogging and drawing. I tend to fall, spectacularly, and I have virtually no hand-eye coordination. I leave stickie notes in random places, and I hate people who steal my laundry detergent. Sometimes I attempt to save the world.