Who amongst us is not self-obsessed?
Lyk Twain once said, "A man (woman) cannot be comfortable without his (her) own approval.
So here you go, my attempts at my sporadic interest in defining myself.
"An oddball who has half a Masters degree in English Literature under her belt. Blissfully unemployed, a staunch Pre-Lapsarian, believer in the fickleness of lyf and meditator on the funny side of it, preferably. A life-enthusiast armed with good humour and a backpack of nerdy ideas, passionately devoted to mind-numbing activities, for example, being a Reporter. A grammar-nazi by nature, an arbit follower of all things odd who also loves being referred to as a whatever-preneur. Is known to be partial towards dogs, banana ice cream, Uncle chips and musty-smelling books."
I like the following the best. Short and sharp.
"I stalk for a living. I also prod in other people's private and not-so-private affairs. In short, an aspiring Reporter."
The latest stuff. Fresh off the Minty hot-plate.
"An associative verb used to define a caricature of a being. Mostly pronounced incorrectly. Has been known to show certain bovine tendencies, especially around the oily strata of the food pyramid. Has issues with using vocal chords (no speak, only squeak), can NOT sing. (Croak - yes. Sing - NO!)
Used to be a great magnet for jerks. Not anymore. (Hasta Lavista, Loser!)
Is in love with a fairytale. (Guess which one!)
Works at an Orange-coloured daily. Is getting too comfortable being a workaholic. Might even stick around for another whole month!"
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