This is real life.
If you were a 30 Something semi-successful business owner, semi-talented writer, and let's face it, semi-skinny.*
For quality entertainment purposes, except me to dress up the truth, take a stab at the serious, and add in a few little white lies.
So, this is real life on run from the fun police.
Because if there's one thing I know for sure, screwing the stock standard seems to work, and well who doesn't like getting laid, right?
*Yes, these photos are old, when I was a late 20 Something. I'm getting new ones taken soon, ya know, when I loose a gajillion pounds and look like Kate Hudson. Kidding. It's when I get my arse organised. But at least I didn't blatantly use Kate Hudson photos as my own.
This is the part where I do the awkward and propose we become friends and hang out in your inbox together.
Things you can know for sure: I'm not a creep, I'm not an internet marketer, and I'm taken. That means I won't be stalking your inbox trying to steal your money while sleazing onto you.
What I will be: a ray of fucking fun in amongst all that serious shit all up in your inbox.
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