This is the bit I hate. Whether its on a job interview or my
Facebook profile (which I've never gotten round to completing) I
don't enjoy selling myself. Or coming up with usernames, hence the
profoundly douchy one I lumped myself with. But since a little
robot is insisting that I fill this section out I will attempt to
summarise myself as briefly as possible.
I am awesome. There, that about covers everything.
UPDATE: No longer living in France, am currently residing in what I
like to refer to as The Shire for the time being.
What I’m doing with my life
Not as much as I should be most likely. Earning, saving, planning
I’m really good at
Laughing at inappropriate moments.
Finishing off the last of the Nutella.
Pretending I'm not afraid of the dark.
The first things people usually notice about me
My hair I guess. Or that I have a remarkable resemblance to some
celebrity I look nothing like (doesn't mean I won't take the
Oh and I smile and laugh a lot apparently.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
I read a lot of historical fiction as well as plain old history and
fantasy. Tolkien is a favourite. The occasional bit of Austen - a
rite of passage for women- but am still spreading my wings and
improving my collection. I will gladly read recommendations.
I will watch almost any movie once. Though I draw the line at Will
For music give me Motown. Jazz, blues, soul, hip hop, old school
rap. I never listen to the radio, have no interest in the charts
and prefer music by artists long dead. Give me Nat King Cole over
Katy Perry anyday.
The six things I could never do without
I spend a lot of time thinking about
The inevitable zombie/nuclear apocalypse, my survival and
thereafter my rise to Supreme Leader of the remnants of the Human
On a typical Friday night I am
Eating takeaway and watching a movie, usually with others unless
they try forcing me to sit through the Twilight Saga. Then I'll
kick them out and watch something else alone.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
That I may, on occasion, dance around the living room to 90's dance
tunes in my pants.
Pants means underwear to any Americans reading this.
You should message me if
1. You want to know more.
2. You know who Teddy Ruxpin is.