and taken. Student. Information Science. Fitness, travelling, sunflowers = 
and snobs, bills, rain = 
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Oops. You accidentally clicked the About link and wound up on a page that's all about me. If I weren't such a narcisist I'd recommend you immediately surf somewhere interesting instead - but I am, so I won't.
My real first name is Anneloes. Some of you may remember me from my previous blog, This Could Get Ugly, where I called myself Lisa and also disclosed my last name. I won't do that this time. I'm a student and therefore stuck working dead-end jobs in callcenters which I'd like to be able to ridicule without losing.
I left This Could Get Ugly to die a sad, silent death at a point in my life where I had to make a few radical decisions. Let's just say I gave up quite a few things to be with someone who's been worth every little sacrifice and so much more.
Right now I'm a freshman again - I quit International Business in the third year and had to start all over. I tried Information Science, attempting to master Java, Access, SPSS and in my spare time PHP, Ajax and ASP.Net, but basically I sucked at it so now I'm changing to something else. Possibly Law. But I'm not sure.
You may in the blog read about a few key people, which I want to just briefly introduce to you so that if you're one of those mystical people who actually read entries rather than just leave vapid comments in order to plug your own blog (I don't care because the more comments the more popular my blog seems, muhaha), you'll know what I'm talking about.
First off, there's my boyfriend, who will be know to you as 'Boyfriend' because naming him Mister X. or something to that effect would be extremely gay and I'm not giving you his real name lest you try to steal him away from me (I'm watching you, bitches). He's the cutest software-tester currently walking the face of this planet and you would do well to be very jealous of me.
Much as I love my man, he comes with baggage; these days his 8-year old son and a vindictive, greedy ex (unfortunately also the mother of said kid and therefore frustratingly unbannable from our existance) are responsible for frequent alimony-related talkshow-style drama. I talked to a shrink for a while, but realised that I can also just tell you, my readers, for next to no money at all and get the same or better feedback. And as a bonus, if I promise to comment on your blogs you're much more likely to tell me what I want to hear, too.
The reason we haven't aired on Ricki Lake yet is that there are also positive developments: we are looking into buying a house together. Thirty real-estaters, mortgagers and many shed tears over half a dozen houses we couldn't afford later, and things are looking up. Hopefully by the end of July we'll be the proud residents of our own little Dutch palace.
PThings won't likely quiet down after that, as between the two of us Boyfriend and I seem to attract embarrassing problems. And so I figured you might as well benefit; follow this blog faithfully and your own insecurities will melt away. I promise.
My real first name is Anneloes. Some of you may remember me from my previous blog, This Could Get Ugly, where I called myself Lisa and also disclosed my last name. I won't do that this time. I'm a student and therefore stuck working dead-end jobs in callcenters which I'd like to be able to ridicule without losing.
I left This Could Get Ugly to die a sad, silent death at a point in my life where I had to make a few radical decisions. Let's just say I gave up quite a few things to be with someone who's been worth every little sacrifice and so much more.
Right now I'm a freshman again - I quit International Business in the third year and had to start all over. I tried Information Science, attempting to master Java, Access, SPSS and in my spare time PHP, Ajax and ASP.Net, but basically I sucked at it so now I'm changing to something else. Possibly Law. But I'm not sure.
You may in the blog read about a few key people, which I want to just briefly introduce to you so that if you're one of those mystical people who actually read entries rather than just leave vapid comments in order to plug your own blog (I don't care because the more comments the more popular my blog seems, muhaha), you'll know what I'm talking about.
First off, there's my boyfriend, who will be know to you as 'Boyfriend' because naming him Mister X. or something to that effect would be extremely gay and I'm not giving you his real name lest you try to steal him away from me (I'm watching you, bitches). He's the cutest software-tester currently walking the face of this planet and you would do well to be very jealous of me.
Much as I love my man, he comes with baggage; these days his 8-year old son and a vindictive, greedy ex (unfortunately also the mother of said kid and therefore frustratingly unbannable from our existance) are responsible for frequent alimony-related talkshow-style drama. I talked to a shrink for a while, but realised that I can also just tell you, my readers, for next to no money at all and get the same or better feedback. And as a bonus, if I promise to comment on your blogs you're much more likely to tell me what I want to hear, too.
The reason we haven't aired on Ricki Lake yet is that there are also positive developments: we are looking into buying a house together. Thirty real-estaters, mortgagers and many shed tears over half a dozen houses we couldn't afford later, and things are looking up. Hopefully by the end of July we'll be the proud residents of our own little Dutch palace.
PThings won't likely quiet down after that, as between the two of us Boyfriend and I seem to attract embarrassing problems. And so I figured you might as well benefit; follow this blog faithfully and your own insecurities will melt away. I promise.