Hello, lovers.
The Vitals
Name: Angel. Yes, it’s actually my name. It’s not some kind of internet moniker or anything. My parents baptized me Angel. The GOVERNMENT calls me Angel. You should too. :)
Age: 20. Like a boss.
Hometown: Nairobi, Kenya. And it shows.
Current Location: Vancouver, Canada. *grumble*
Birthday: September 7. Where the Virgos at?!
Religion: Christian. I’m reppin’ JC, yo.
Height: 5’7.5″ And yes, I’m hanging on to that last half inch for dear life.
Weight: You wish. Heavy. Anger me and be sat on.
Blogging since: the womb. B’lee dat.
The Not-So-Vitals
I like shiny things. Glitter? Only the greatest invention since the wheel! I believe that the higher the heel, the better. I love kids. And sweet things. Yes, that means candy. I’m all about jelly beans and saltwater taffy. And nutty chocolate bars. I love pencil skirts and men’s shirts. I get off on good grammar, accurate spelling, large vocabulary and correct punctuation. Throw me a well-used big word, and I will throw you my panties, screaming like a Belieber on Red Bull. OR, I’ll throw you a high five. It depends on the occasion. I like laughing. I laugh at everything. No, really. Your face, haha. You have a funny face. Laughter is good for the soul. I enjoy sarcasm and people who understand it. Leopard print turns me on, rawrrr. I’m a dedicated lipgloss and lipbalm eater. Yes, eater. I love Friends and Sex and the City.
I don’t like beans. Scratchy pens make me a little crazy. I can’t stand horror movies but once I get started I have to watch it to the end. Arrogance irks me to my very core. I don’t do well with being tickled and I WILL pee on you if you don’t stop in time. I hate it when people take things too seriously. Live a little. (read: if you tickle me and I pee, you can’t really blame me…)
I’m anaemic. I’m a hopeless romantic in denial. This means I’ll cry over Titanic, but I’ll only watch it alone. I’m the main user of Google. I have a love/hate relationship with reality TV. I’m not on Facebook or Twitter. I’m kind of a slow typist. Ok, let’s be honest, I type like a retarded monkey. I cook. I clean. I’m a lady in the street… ;)
The Bottom Line
I’m a cool kid. Read my blog.
