I would very much like to tell you that I’m a ninja and kill zombies for a living, but that would be very misleading and untrue. Although, I’m sure, when the time comes for zombie-killing I’ll be in the thick of it; possibly by accident and with zero ninja skills (basically cannon fodder, but I’ll give it my best).
What I can, truthfully, tell you is that I’m boring. I work for a boring hotel chain, that anyone who travelled through Canada has stayed in (at least once), and I live with a boring cat. Actually, scratch that last bit. My cat isn’t boring, he’s a jerk who lives to drive me madder than I already am, but he’s so cute that I love him anyway.
In my spare time I do boring things like attempt to write novels, read really amazing books, drink super-delicious tea and knit. The fact that knitting is on this list should automatically give you the impression that I’m a granny in a young woman’s body. If I actually was an old granny in a young woman’s body, I’m sure I’d be having a hell of a lot more fun.
The three non-boring things about me are my imagination, my sense of humour and the lack of a filter between my brain and mouth. Each walks hand in hand with the other and that’s probably why I keep getting strange looks from my coworkers, and the people who own the corner store by my apartment. To sum myself up: I’m not a special snowflake, although I will admit to being weirder than the other snowflakes, and I’m very grateful for friends who somehow manage to not give me the odd looks I keep expecting.