I'm the book that beat the speed-reader, and I'm the card the dealers won't touch. And it's just not true I'm a man-eater; all the same, we should probably go dutch.
The things you pick up as you go.
1989, the same year I was born, at my christening. Mom’s a fox. I am obviously cultivating a hate/hate relationship with the camera early on.
P.S— Though blonder than a Hollywood starlet now, I spent the first six months of my life as a redhead, which explains a lot.