xXAngelic1ZXx

For anyone who has a weird urge to get in touch with me (you probably should see a doctor if you do) CONTACT INFO!!

Let soak for 5 mins. Gently rub both sides to remove any debris- lol jj.

Email for reviews and questions:: RyzingAngel@yahoo.com

Everything else( chain letters, petitions, hellos, etc.) :: HMRalowicz@gmail.com

YIM:: xXAngelic1ZXx (Easy, ne?)

AIM:: Angetordu

A Single Spark:: xXAngelic1ZXx

Almost anywhere:: no seriously, that is my sn for 97% of anysite I go to. In fact the only reason my aim isn't that is because It was that...but I forgot my password or that and the email I had used for it.......smart.

IF YOU EMAIL ME (for whatever odd reason) Use HMRalowicz@gmail.com The address ff.net and ASS have is just for reveiws. See it took a while for me to realize that unlike ff.net ASS and many others have the reader send a reveiw, and dont archive the messagse they send you. So up until now, I just deleted those after I read them..... Sorry....

Oh cra-......there would be that last name you had to "Find a different site" for......whatever...

Ummm... I'm 14, i live in texas. I adore exotic animals. I live with a bunch of phsycos(my whole family) I'm always online and am addicted to Yahoo messenger. I love hanging out with my friends(we are all hopelessy romanticaly challenged) or just sitting around day dreamimg.

I've written um.... several, but i've only posted the one fanfic here. um, i guess email me if you have any questions.

here is a short piece from it:

Black tresses were mused, while violet highlights were hidden in the moonlight that seeped in through the drapes. Her pale complexion had an ethereal glow, giving her already fragile body a delicate, softened appearance. The youkai markings that graced her shoulder could be seen, for the sliver sleeping yukata had slipped down, revealing a little more than Kagome preferred.

The monogram on the yukata caught her attention. “ST” was framed by a white dog, and a bluish crescent moon.

What a strange crest… who uses a dog for a family crest?

Kagome fingered the embroidered silk. The fineness of the cloth caused her brow to raise in interest.

Who ever it is stinking rich. I wonder who “ST” is.

Going over all of the “ST” she had known, which was many, the image of silver hair, colored like the moonlight, flashed through her mind.

“Oh dear Ka-” she gasped. As the events from the day before hit her like a brick, Kagome did what anyone would do when hit with a brick, she fainted.