I am Canadian and I am disturbed. How so, you ask? Well here is an abridged autobiography:
-I wore denim-top-to-bottom in high school (there is a direct inverse relationship between how much denim I wore and how few tongues were launched down my throat at school dances...or anywhere in high school at all).
-I'm continually baffled by that Malaysian baby whose father let him smoke two packs of cigarettes a day. That baby had so many fat rolls, and I thought cigarettes were supposed to be slimming.
-I always hated those insufferable couples who would cuddle and make out on the subway...until I became half of one. But now I'm back to being none of one so I hate them again.
I also love writing. Humorous essays, humorous novels with heart, screenplays (just started that this year, advanced in some contests, having a blast with it), and really random weird sort of stuff.
To discuss this or other topics of your interest, you can email me at: firstname.lastname@example.org
Or, to interact in a "public spectacle" way:
Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/romimoondi
Lukewarm regards (we only just met, after all),
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