Your name is Missy.
You use this site to as a enabler
for the severe, crippling case of chronic procastination that plagues your being, and as an outlet for your lame nerdery vents about lame nerdery things.
An ungodly amount of your time is set aside for watching Netflix and eating Ben and Jerry's. Your thoughts are consumed and brains cells burned by fantasies of fictional people kissing.
In your extreme dorkery, rather shed your tears for those straving in the third-world, you chose to sob hysterically over a very silly show about a chosen girl who hangs out in cemetaries, her misfit pals, and undead hotties.