Well...I'm shite at describing myself, for one thing. I like to think I'm intelligent, despite all evidence to the contrary. I'm the kind of person you think is "crude" because I say out loud what everyone else is thinking. I can be an extraordinarily camp man stuck in a woman's body... but for the most part when I'm in close company I keep to myself.
I'm nice, genuinely so - but not in that annoying, cyborgish way where I'm all smiles with people I couldn't give a toss about. Not that I'm rude, just that I'd rather gnaw my own legs off than waste my time being fake and ingratiating for the sake of looking like a "nice person" to people who couldn't give two fucks either way. I can't stand vacuous, insipid morons who talk about nothing but themselves, how many times a week they do pilates and the calorie content of air
I tend say what I think, partly because there are too many boring people in the world already without me joining the ranks, and partly because I'm physically incapable of keeping my mouth shut when I've got something to say. I'm a bit of a pisstaker and like people who are a bit sarky like that. I wish I was a cool person, but I'm not, and... what can ya do?
I have two house rabbits who I love, like a weird person obsessed with their pets. They're called Daisy and Fidget. And a hamster called Phillip, who is like a very small dog. And I'd quite like to go to every developing nation in the world and adopt a million babies, but as of yet my house isn't quite big enough.
I live with a chap called James, who entertains my liking for infomercials, makes me cups of tea and keeps the house looking reasonably tidy. He is also the best person in the world to watch Grand Designs with. I work for a law firm, which sounds like a more important job than it is, but I enjoy it and it pays the bills until I get a grip and find a bit of ambition...
