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HOW TO SPOT AN ELIXXIR:
You'll
hear me long before you see me - I've been told I laugh like a drunken
sailor. :) Other than that I generally bounce around with too much blonde
hair, too much cleavage (if such a thing is possible *grin*) and leave
a trail of silver glitter in my wake. If you really can't live without
seeing more shots of my ugly mug head on over to the
net.goth pages....
ELIXXIR'S OFFICIAL TITLES: Interrogator of
the Male Mind, TurboTramp Extraordinaire, Bitch to Zoe, PunkToughChick,
Blonde-Haired Viper, High Commander of the Legions of Terror, Commander in Chief
of The Canadian Faction of the Sekkrit Service, and Swiss Miss Girl. Not to
mention PerkyGoff, GlitterGoff and my personal favourite...NotAGoth. Damn but I
sound like a pretentious wanker. :)
ELIXXIR'S BAD HABITS: Chainsmoking,
bouncing and full contact flirting. Laughing too loud. Sitting in the laps of
strange people. Unprovoked twirling. Spending too much time at this computer.
ELIXXIR'S NATURE: Warm, friendly
and genuinely caring. If you're moping in a corner I'll be the one coming up to
see if you'd like some company. Honestly curious about people and the world
around me. Incapable of deceit. Afraid of failure. Intolerant of
stupidity.
ELIXXIR'S JOB:
Director of
Marketing for an Internet company. And nope, I'm not telling you which one.
:p
ELIXXIR'S RELIGION:
Is an ongoing
quest for truth...
ELIXXIR'S RELATIONSHIP
STATUS:
Not available
for public consumption. :p
ELIXXIR'S MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENTS: 5. Ohhh...look
at pretty goffboi. Watch said goffboi walk by. Keep watching goffboi now behind
me. Walk right into big frickin' lamp post.
4. Having
trouble with my contact lenses while driving. Pull into gas station as vision
starts to blur. Misjudge the distance. Drive *into* side of said gas
station...
3. Decide it's
time to shower. Turn on music to fit the mood. Fling off my clothes and do my
version of Swan Lake nekkid on the way to the bathroom. Froget that real estate
agent was coming by to show the condo...
2. Receive
umpteenth email from the same customer asking me a tech support question I can't
answer seeing as how I'm not tech support. Forward email to tech department
along with commentary detailing this person's status as the poster child for
birth control among other choice insults. In my maniacal glee miss the Forward
button...hit Reply to Sender instead...
1. Meeting a
boi's parents for the first time. Dressed in my Sunday best at a formal dinner
party in my honour. Unroll my linen dinner napkin to find a pair of my undies
tucked inside...that his mother had found under her couch the weekend
before...
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