I’ll tell you a little bit about myself. First of all, I’m not a Russian porn star (in case you were wondering). I’m an aspiring writer, but then again, who isn’t these days? I’m also a book blogger. Some of you might know my as The Dreamer Reader… some of you may not (of sure 79.2% of you do not, but that’s okay). I decided one night that I would start a blog about myself (because I am THAT self-centered) talking about stuff that I felt like talking about. Maybe when I’m an international jet setter, I’ll look back at this and be like, “Ahh, I remember that! Man, was I dorky.” But I ‘ll still take that as a compliment. Did that sentence make sense? I just re-read it and it looks like I’m reffering to myself in third person. Or maybe I’m starting to hallucinate (I knew there was something off in my scrambled eggs)! Yeah, that was my attempt to be funny. And that, is why you need the paper bags, my dear (probably imaginary) readers.

Alrighty, I think that’s enough rambling for today.

Bye, World!