Call me Anna, she says, hoping they'll get the vague reference, but they never do, mainly because it's too obtuse, and partly because nobody really reads Moby Dick these days.
But it matters not, nothing ever does. She wears her hair swept up and her mind swept away. There are the remains of a meal speckled upon her collar and down the front of her top, but people make sure not to comment. It wouldn't be right, but that's for later.
First, call her Anna. Heroines always had such exciting names, she mourned, drowning in jealousy that she instantly hated them all. She embraced the plain out of spite, and insisted that people called her by her
Current Residence: The Middle of somewhere Favourite genre of music: Alternative, Techno, Ambient, Trance Favourite style of art: Photography Operating System: Windows XP Pro MP3 player of choice: iTunes
Favourite Movies
Boondock Saints, Frailty, Silent Hill
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Cold, Switchfoot, Staind, 30 seconds to mars, Snow Patrol, Moby, 10 years