So here's the segment that needs to set me apart from Joe Schmo, where I define my whole being and purpose with such clarity and eloquence, that I succeed in seducing each and everyone of you and leave you wanting more...But what if I am Joe Schmo? What if I don't have any radical political views? Or my hobbies don't include jumping from airplanes with my bikini on singing "We will, we will rock you"? What if my careers have been, let's say, fulfilling yet ordinary? Would you want me less?
So I will make love to you with my imagination. I am a 17 year old girl...okay not quite let's add 20 more years to that. 17+20=37, okay that's about right. I was a girl once, that's not a lie, I've just outgrown that body for now and maybe, if gravity doesn't go away soon, for always. My biggest claim to fame is that I am related to Napoleon. Many comment on my Napoleon complexion, ha! I didn't realize we had the same skin tone, I always thought we had the same kind of stature. I'm 5ft2.
Although British, I was born in France (sorry - feel bad about that- only teasing, last thing I want is to piss off the French. My mother who is Swedish has lived in France on, off, then on again for 27 years. I think she got lost and never found her way home. I love France and the French. I have this curious ability to cuss like a cockney then scoop a snail sodden in garlic out of its' shell in one effortless motion. My father was a Scot, from a charming place called Glasgow - I'm really treading on hot coals now, please don't head butt me... So as you can imagine, explaining my origins, has always been excruciatingly long winded but the upside is that I have a very curious accent, no one knows where I come from and I kind of like it that way.
I have been writing and reviewing books for a while, and have a site where I compare books to food. It's been so much fun and today, I'm wanting to expand and set my compass on a new course - hopefully one that involves mastering punctuation- my personal Achilles heel. Helium has always been something I've enjoyed inhaling, so I thought, what the heck, throw caution to the wind, go get me a balloon and let's see what this is all about.
I'm going to let you in on a dirty little secret. I feel quite ashamed really as if what I'm about to reveal might erase that little-bitty amount of feminine savoir faire hidden deep within me...take a deep breath, here goes... I hate cooking. There, I said it. I also hate ironing, each time I try to use the damn thing the batteries are dead but let's squirrel away the topic of ironing for another day. I'm not quite sure why I dislike cooking so much, My Body Mass Index would surely suggest otherwise but the truth is, I gain no pleasure from it and have no interest in being in the kitchen ...
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