My name is Elaine. I’m not going to pretend to be the first one to do anything- because I’m not that good of a liar. The most important thing one can ever know about me, is that I have nothing that important. I have an affinity for international films, glass galleries, and closing doors. I also have an ongoing co-dependency issue with tall, lanky, emotionally unavailable fictional characters. My best jokes come from early Sunday mornings, late Saturday nights, and unintentional double entendres. I don’t make it that way, I certainly can’t change it, however- the question is, are you reading enough comics? I have the occasional good day, though most of my days are littered with bitter remarks, cynical thoughts and of course in respect to the other two, beautiful strangers. I am in between being a writer, psychologist, criminologist, and perpetually failed anthropologist.

And eventually, I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down.

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