commis chef
| Gender | Female |
|---|---|
| Occupation | happily unemployed |
| Location | Toulon, France, but I'm not French. Not that there's anything wrong with being French. Except for an unheallthy fondness for snails and goose liver. I'm British. |
| Introduction | defender of the ordinary, champion of the mundane, spokesperson for the forgotten underbelly of culture, etc |
| Interests | adventuring through the everyday on a mission to find the extraordinary in the ordinary |
| Favorite movies | My cheese for brain doesn't allow for much in the way of film remembering capacity, though I have seen several of them |
| Favorite music | I can't listen to anything that reminds me of being a teenager |
For your birthday, your aunt gave you a maple syrup dispenser shaped like a rooster. Please write her a thank-you note:
Thanks Aunty. This is way better than the tile you gave me last year celebrating the various faiths of the world. What the fuck am i supposed to do with that?

