Is this real life?

So this is what a public blog looks like. Oh. *Consults pet Dragon, and is told, 'yes, you moron, this is a blog for the public'*
My Dragon hates me. :C But he snorts smoke rings so it's ok. C:
I'm not really sure why I'm writing a blog on the internet, as if anyone needs to know what goes on in my head, or life, or anything about me at all.
~But I'm interesting!
*Rolls eyes*
Anyway, this is me:

I'm holding one of my monsters that doesn't have a name.
I like bubbles. My happiness depends on them, and I always have at least ONE bottle of bubble solution somewhere around me at all times. Is that weird? Oh well. This one time.. not at band camp (how disappointing, I hear some really good times were had there) I spilt bubble solution all over my car.
And in my room.
And outside, under the car port.
And I haven't cleaned any of them up, because a bit of bubbly goodness never hurt anyone, except me when I got it in my eyes as a child.
Ok. What else? I have a habit of pressing random keys on the keyboard and transporting my cursor to different parts of text, thus writing half of a word in a place where those letters were never meant to be. I gave them adventure, and they took it like men. Which is weird, as they're letters, not humans.
I must rethink this.
I just looked at my garden gnome for inspiration and it stared back at me without any inspiration, and I have to say, I'm rather pissed off. I RESCUED YOU FROM THE RAIN AND SHINE AND LITTLE KIDS WHO WOULD HAVE KICKED YOU OR TOSSED YOU OR HID YOU, AND DOGS THAT WOULD HAVE PEED ON YOU AND ELDERLY MEN WHO WOULD'VE TAKEN YOU HOME THINKING YOU WERE THEIR WIFE BECAUSE THEY HADN'T BEEN WEARING ANY GLASSES BECAUSE THEY WERE LATE TO THE DENTIST AND HAD TO CATCH THE LATE BUS AND WERE CONSEQUENTLY THINKING ABOUT SITTING UP FRONT WITH THE DRIVER WHO TALKS NONSENSE AND IRRITATES THEIR HEARING AID SO THEY HADN'T REALISED THAT THEIR WIFE WAS ACTAULLY DOWN AT THE SHOPS BUYING CONDOMS AND BANANAS.
~Good for nothing gnomes.
I like sparkly things, writing stories, art, coffee, and I had a marvellous day at work today, thank you for asking.
The rest is all unimportant, and you should be lucky that I gave you only the good points about myself, the points worth noting, because everything is redundant after a while, really, and the only things that matter are the little things that define a person. I have been defined.
~As what? Sparkly? Neurotic? Someone who talks to gnomes and may or may not have put a true photo of herself up here?
We're all a little bit insane. I'll let you figure out the rest.
Cheerio until the next time I decide to let the faeries write for me..
^_^