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would you?you’re going to read a lot of deep, personal, intriguing stuff about me, so I might as well get it all out there…

okay, that was an example of my self-deprecating humour. i think we all know that there’s nothing intriguing about me. and let’s go one step further and say that i am one of those damn people who will tell you too much. i confess to strangers whatever they want to know - i have no limits. this is uncomfortable in a semi-closed off corporate workplace, but i’m not goin’ down like that anymore.

now, i’m a freelance writer, an admin assistant, a bookkeeper and a stay at home mom. and loving almost every minute of it. boo to corporate, cubical, fluorescent life!

in july 2006, i gave birth to zoë. on her due date. yes, it was painful. yes, i couldn’t sit without a pillow or two for six weeks after the fact. yes, it fucked with my mind, body, relationships and sex life. then we had three months of colic. then teething began.

suffice it to say, it’s been the most wonderful experience of my whole life and given the choice, i’d have done it again in a few months. watching zoë grow, laugh, learn and just breathe has proven that my kharma is good. and i’m want to keep it that way.

i have a few close best friends…my daddy was one of my best friends, but he passed away in May 2006. i’ve lived all over greater vancouver. i love chocolate, cigarettes and caesars. i used to be crazy enough to be on disability but had too much pride, pregnancy seemed to have cured me of my MAJOR craziness, but then it started creeping back in. the solution? drive away your spouse and become a single parent and live a high-stress, low interference lifestyle. then reconsider applying for disability.

i live in a one-bedroom apartment in the west end of vancouver with jade the cat and zoë. i hate the cat. zoë gets the bedroom to herself and everyone just pretends my bed is a couch. it’s not like anything happens there, anyways.

when i grow up, i’d like to be a writer. an interior designer. a doctor. a financial planner. a psychologist. a professor. i used to wanna be a million things because i could never quite decide what i wanted to be. mostly, i wanted to be someone else. or like someone else. or just not me.

i am a mommy. a muse. a domestic diva. a creative crocheter. a sometimes recovering anorexic, currently relapsing. all on a volunteer basis.

i don’t shower or reapply makeup much, but i generally don’t look like shit too often - just tired a lot. okay, so maybe my hair gets greasy. and my mascara is from the last time i showered. i’m working on it.

i was a canucks fan. since the NHL strike, i’ve lost my hockey mojo. i like all music, except the stuff that i hate and used to play a lot of instruments. i also used to: speak french. go to school. design clothes. make lists. write novels (but never finish them). aspire to be martha stewart. bake. eat only a vegetarian diet. have a 23″ waistline. eat 200 calories a day. smoke a lot of pot. drink a lot of vodka. talk on the phone and msn alot. quit jobs every 2 or 3 months. never have more than $5 to my name.

i still make lists. speak some french to zoë. think of novel ideas. aspire for martha stewart’s bankroll. i eat, sometimes. i now again have a 23″ waistline. i usually smoke 5-8 cigarettes a day. i msn occasionally and usually to inform would-be visitors of nap time. i work part time from home. i still have little money to my name, but that’s mostly owing to my recent separation and the past months’ unpaid bills. i aspire to be a better, happier, more whole version of myself. maybe with darker hair and a few new tattoos.

i still struggle a little on a daily basis - esteem, paranoia, motivation, chaos and order - but having a “spirited” little person to take up 90% of my time means i can’t focus on me as much.

so i do here.

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