This is a self-proclaimed narcissist, melophobic, cinema fascist, caffeine addict, bibliophile and dichotomous human. Pretty much your regular blogging individual, except for the melophobia and cinema fascism. Not worth mentioning but I dabble around the theatre circles; I play around with words and they never fail to fail me; I own an entire set of the finest synthetic paintbrushes and have painted on everything that can absorb my acrylics, except a canvas; I try to knock off the fact that I can’t dance, but keep trying incessantly; I had started off as a back-bench cartoonist, now I graduated to a work-shirk cartoonist, who draws ugly pictures and feeble jokes to go with it for website owners who can’t afford it. Just for the record, I kind of suck at all.
Reading Anne Frank, I had multiple attacks of déjà vu. Much said.
