I've already quantified my weirdness.
But seriously, what don't you (you: the blog-hopper/the phantom commentateur/the one who googles hentai spaghetti) know about me? Are we (personal bloggers) not the over-revealers in this sphere that we'd otherwise avoid eye-contact with out there in the supra-http?
What more do you need to know?
Here I write my vices, the way my heart shatters and beats, the things I eat, the places I lose myself in, the people I can't digest, the dreams that are just that eyelash-breadth out of reach, mortal quirks that amuse and the consistencies of the polyfilla that holds me in.
I blog, ergo sum.
But despite this, I guess there'll always be 5 things more things you didn't know about me until now:
- I can do cartwheels, and sometimes I spin down the office corridor on palms and feet when I work late.
- I enjoy my vices.
- I am as vain as I am insecure.
- Once when I was around 9, I karaoked (sp?) to Jailhouse Rock in front of a crowd of strangers at the Rand Easter Show.
- There are 7 things you'll never know about me. (because my mum reads this blog too)