Hi, my name is Jamie. I am a Gemini. Well, I used to be. Now I am a Taurus, which is bull, but I guess I’ll get over it. I read. I write. I fall in love and out and back again. In the words of Ray LaMontagne, “I still don’t know what love means”. I work. I dream (mostly of not working). I take pictures. I give them back. I try new things, like blogging and skateboarding. No, I’ve never skateboarded before. That was a fabrication. I like to make things up but I’m not a liar, more of a truth withholder. What you read in my blog is equal parts non-fiction and fiction. It goes without saying that I like to keep folks on their toes.
I like words. I especially like words that read the same backwards and forwards, palindromes I’m talking to you. I like saying bad words in traffic. I like word games, Scrabble for example. I love happy endings, ‘Love Actually’ for instance. I like happy endings involving dogs. I like dogs hanging out of car windows. I like dropping off friends to the airport, not out of spite of course. I like the sound suitcase wheels make on pavement. I like being just a little bit weird for this. I like that the people who know me best still want to be my friend. I like the smell of the rain. I like that this sounds more like a personal ad the more I list things I like.
I am quite good at the reading game and read a lot of recent releases. I hope to have a bestseller of my own for bibliophiles the worldover to peruse, although at the rate I’m going it may be published posthumously. Some things that happened in my life, I’d be too embarrassed for anybody to find out about, like about what happened on Halloween of 2006. Only my nearest and dearest friends know about it. And I’m sure will be topic of conversation for many years, like when we are holed up in a nursing home, gumming peas at every meal and making inappropriate advances at the fiesty male nurses. And at the rate I’m going, I may just have my first wedding in a nursing home.
I sometimes feel well beyond my 30 years. Case in point, I subscribe to an early bedtime, physically cannot tolerate the dance clubs and I simply cannot miss my weekly doctor’s appointment, the McDoctors that is. I have had a standing appointment with the good-looking doctors of ‘Grey’s Anatomy’ since the show’s inception and will rearrange my social calendar to keep them.
Show me some love at email@example.com.