Really, what’s my deal?

I love to read.  I usually read one to three books a week.   Right now I’m obsessed with memoirs; next month I may be reading fiction.  Who knows? 

 I’m a hopeless realist, which renders me terribly cynical, and for that I actually apologize. I’m a horrbile paradox.  I’m an introvert who is often mistaken for an extrovert.   I’m a fantastic cook who would rather eat out. I’m brutally honest, though I won’t tell you if I hate your haircut or if that dress makes your ass look fat. I love writing, although I will lazily jot off a bad free verse poem so that I can check off “wrote blog post for the day.”