My name is a secret. No seriously. I know too many people who might read this. But my initials are JMF.
I am 5"3, with long, way too thick, brown curls that reach half way down my back, a natural tan, lashes that mascara doesn't change, brown eyes and the voice of a phone sex operator (least that was what my ex called it).
I am obsessed with body image, to the point that even my personal trainer gives me a "Look" every time I bring up scheduling and muscle tone, though I've been told one a few random occasions that I have the body of a mud flap chick. The only reason I remember said incidents is because the first time I was told that I had to Google it because I didn't know what a mud flap chick was. Yeah, I'm a tad naive, though most of my friends just call it blonde (and yeah, I'm a brunette. They're convinced my genes just got confused.) To this day, he calls me mud flap chick to his friends. Yep. Not embarrassing at all.
The long list of people I love include my hair dresser, Donna and my nail technician, Leah.
I'm a little superficial too.
I'm not exactly a giggly 13 year old, but I'm not an 80 year old either. Heck, I'm not even 23 (aren't I specific?).
I am a sucker for proper spelling, and usually grammar and punctuation too, but not with profiles or blogs. That's a waste of time.
I have an awful tendency of writing exactly what is going through my convoluted and shockingly random mind at that point in time; which is why this is full of random shit. As are my reviews.
I also love little kids. I’m a stereotypical bitch, and have pretty eclectic taste.
I love drama in stories. And angst. I ADORE movies, music, stories and books that make me cry. Don't ask why. I just do. Long as it has a happy ending...
I HATE it when the hero/heroine dies. Or both die. That’s just depressing. *Shudders*
My address and phone number are... come on, do you really think I am that dumb?! I do live in Australia though; in some boring little inland regional town in NSW.
And before you ask, the pen-name says it all. I am a spoilt little biatch, and I actually do call my father daddy when I want something. (Pathetic I know but it gets me what I want so definitely worth it. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do aye?)
I talk way too much.
I am a total procrastinator when it comes to work though when I actually start its hard to stop me till it’s done. So writing a fanfic might actually be useful for more than just testing my writing abilities.
I am a night person, sleep is not a priority for me before 5 am and that’s only on a week night, that being said I am NOT a morning person, if you talk to me before I have had my caffeine fix expect me to snap at you.
Okay so now that you’ve read all that pointless shit (assuming you did read it, I always do but I’m not you) I’m going to stop writing now.
Funny how I was originally planning to leave this blank?!
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