Like others before me, I learned to read - and spell - at a very young age, well before I started primary school. Consequently I became a major pain in the arse for my teachers because I used to correct their spelling and grammar all the time.
I have a very good ear for music but I can't actually play an instrument; although I have taught myself to play piano in an extremely rudimentary fashion.
On the subject of ears, I have unusually acute hearing and can tune into the softest conversation going on around me. This has often come as a surprise to people who thought no-one was listening in...
Also my audible range is particularly wide; I have no trouble hearing high frequency sounds such as those emitted by powered electronic equipment, for instance; or dog whistles, which is not always a nice thing because some of those bloody things can be piercing to say the least.
The first time I ever got drunk was some time around three or four years of age. Apparently I was discovered behind the sofa, clutching a half-empty bottle of gripe water and giggling to myself.
For some reason, other people (including complete strangers) find me so easy to confide in that they will often open up even their darkest secrets to me, completely unsolicited. Over the years I have learned so many scandalous secrets that, were I ever to publish them, I could probably bring down the equivalent of a decent sized government.
I have always had a terrible memory for names, even those of people I know well, unless I get to know the person well over a long time. One of my duties back in the DWP was distributing the mail around the office; since even after eighteen months of working there I had no memory of who and where everyone was, this posed something of a problem. So I approached Julie, one of the two Executive Officers, who drew up a floor plan showing the layout of the desks and which name sat where. If not for her help, I'd probably still be there now trying to figure it all out.
Finally, I have quite startlingly diabolical handwriting. I'm not exaggerating (much) when I say that even I have trouble reading anything I write.
I have a very good ear for music but I can't actually play an instrument; although I have taught myself to play piano in an extremely rudimentary fashion.
On the subject of ears, I have unusually acute hearing and can tune into the softest conversation going on around me. This has often come as a surprise to people who thought no-one was listening in...
Also my audible range is particularly wide; I have no trouble hearing high frequency sounds such as those emitted by powered electronic equipment, for instance; or dog whistles, which is not always a nice thing because some of those bloody things can be piercing to say the least.
The first time I ever got drunk was some time around three or four years of age. Apparently I was discovered behind the sofa, clutching a half-empty bottle of gripe water and giggling to myself.
For some reason, other people (including complete strangers) find me so easy to confide in that they will often open up even their darkest secrets to me, completely unsolicited. Over the years I have learned so many scandalous secrets that, were I ever to publish them, I could probably bring down the equivalent of a decent sized government.
I have always had a terrible memory for names, even those of people I know well, unless I get to know the person well over a long time. One of my duties back in the DWP was distributing the mail around the office; since even after eighteen months of working there I had no memory of who and where everyone was, this posed something of a problem. So I approached Julie, one of the two Executive Officers, who drew up a floor plan showing the layout of the desks and which name sat where. If not for her help, I'd probably still be there now trying to figure it all out.
Finally, I have quite startlingly diabolical handwriting. I'm not exaggerating (much) when I say that even I have trouble reading anything I write.
At the age of five, Skagra decided emphatically that God did not exist. This revelation tends to make most people in the universe who have it react in one of two ways - with relief or with despair. Only Skagra responded to it by thinking, 'Wait a second. That means there's a situation vacant.'
I don't fit in. One part of me might, but another always gets in the way. That's because I'm a Hispanic American, atheist, bisexual, personality shifter, sex talker, socially awkward, impulsive, progressive, beer drinking, soccer playing, free thinking, liberal, hard core woman in heels (or Converse shoes). I'm nice but rude. I'm gay but straight. I'm shy but not. I'm a girly tom-boy. It all depends on how I feel in the morning. 
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Welcome to our world hun!
