i probably should've left out the in-joke...
Her name is Emaline. she hasn't been doing much for the last 2 years or so, just occupying a bit of paved backyard in an outskirts estate here in Vic.
i sat (not literally) on her for a while before deciding to drive her to another backyard where she'll once again sit until some majikal shed space appears. her legs are wobbly, her skin damaged, her hearts bleeding and her insides are far from impressive.
information other than a what was discovered on a quick checkup is sketchy, so i won't guess as the thought's are not too welcoming. regardless, she'll be well looked after, her 35th birthday will mark the start (or end) of her life thus far.
EDIT: possibly an idea wrapped in a thought wrapped in an enigma hidden in a conundrum!
EDIT AGAIN: the only other pic i'll put up