Back to basics, hmm?As with my good friend Lucy, I'm trying to make this sound us unretarded (yes, I know that's not a word) as possible, and failing. Kudos to her though, she got a mention in the first line.
I'm 20 going on 14 going on 40, and female. This is made quite clear by my breasts and lack of facial hair. I live in Madchester (oh, the cliche) with my Somerset loverrr Andrew, and our two guinea pig children. I work as a Sandwich maker to the stars, and spend the rest of my time drinking/smoking/studying for my degree, and getting up to all sorts of debauchery.
I like films and books, which works out quite well seeing as i'm an English and Film student. I also enjoy long walks in Hulme Park (dodging bullets and sharps), blasting Oasis on a long car journey and bitching about talentless musicians. I like cider and black, gin and lemonade and expensive wine. Hint hint. Although, any booze will do.
I love my Liverpool friends and I miss them shitloads when I'm down here. They don't take the piss out of my accent, and they don't call me "flower". Food is good. Oh, I love it, but this loved is flawed by my fear of becoming what I mock- fat. This cruel trait is also fun, as is laughing at anyone who I perceieve to be different. Am I joking? Was that a rhetorical question? God, I feel like the Riddler. Sexy.
I wish I was an emo kid. Then I could be different, and radio friendly. I wish I was individual, with a side fringe and facial piercings... Just like you. Ha.
Tra kid.
