this is the part where i get to make like an egotistical maniac and carry a monologue about how pretty and smart i am. unfortunately, i don’t have much of a stomach for it but i will say this:

i was not sent out to buy toyo or patis by my mama. i’m old enough to drink at bars and get my own copy of FHM. please blame my parents for my height, or more accurately, lack thereof. getting braces was not my idea.

the boyfriend thinks i’m smart, so he set up an IMCS and put me in charge of slave-driving-freelancers and kissing-client-asses. otherwise, we spend days watching dvds and playing Buzz on the PSP. please help us make monies for our poker bankroll by referring potential clients. besides, we have to feed the demanding little bottomless pits we call Henry and George.

just as you thought, i’ve claimed my share of cyberspace in the following places:

• multiply
• facebook
• blogger

i don’t mind being stalked but in the interest of quality control, kindly meet the following criteria: hot, pretty hot, smoldering hot, drop-dead hot.