I hate writing things like this. What do you want to know? I love many many things – my mates and family, shoes, bags, quirky stuff, thunderstorms, Toby, plucking my eyebrows, Revolution cocktails, my cats and the Chiefster, my job, horses, the theatre, sweets, going camping, drunken conversations that ramble all over the place, MSN, the feeling of getting pierced (must get more as soon I have some cash), the housework dance, Runescape (yes, I know it's geeky) surveys, green things, hippos, giving advice, dangly earrings, the countryside, buying people presents…
I always wear odd socks, I have very weird dreams, I am addicted to buying shoes and stuff from Lush, I HATE having my photo taken, I'm scared of spiders, I cannot stand the word moist, looking at honeycomb or the sight of those lorry cabs with no trailers attached, I can read whilst doing pretty much anything else, my car is always full of crap, I find Kermit the Frog and left handed people strangely attractive, yeah I’m just a bit odd aren’t I?
I seriously love the place I work in. Everyone here is mental, I totally fit in. Gotta love the fact that no-one batted an eyelid when I wore a purple Victorian bonnet all day.
Don’t ever make me listen to U2 or Coldplay or you may get punched. Don’t be two faced with me, I can’t abide it.
