I'm twenty years old as of the third of March this year.

I currently work part time as a waitress/receptionist for this tiny hole in the wall catering company in Sydney, Australia.

I am single.

Even though I want a boyfriend, I would rather be single than be in a mediocre relationship... it's the hopeless romantic in me.

Therefore I have never been in a relationship.

I still do date and have the ocassional sexual encounter, and do enjoy it.

I'm incredibly fickle when it comes to future planning and change my mind often when it comes to planning my future.

A palm reader told me that I'm fickle because I'm too good at too many things.

I like palm readers.

My father died on the 13th of April this year.

I miss him because he was the one who knew all my secrets, except for one.

He didn't know I have a tattoo, he hated tattoos.

I still think he is comiing back that his death was some David Blaine trick with mirrors.

I can't eat flour, sugar, excessive dairy or sweet fruits at the moment, because of food intolerances.

It sucks it really does.

I have a brother who is eighteen, turning nineteen in September, he is a first year apprentice chef.

I have a mother who is currently working as an agency nurse.

I have to go to bed I'm tired will finish this list off later.