A face for radio

My dear Uncle Marshall has put it into my head that perhaps I ought to go into broadcasting.

You see, I like to talk.

I like to talk a lot.

If I didn't, I wouldn't have a blog.  And I'd probably have more friends.

Moving on... we were watching the funny Discovery Channel show 'Top Gear."  On this show, they're all British, and they're, again, really funny.  So naturally, I began speaking in a British accent.  Uncle Marshall then proceeded to tell me I ought to make a podcast to go along with my blog.  And he says I don't need a partner because I'm already like 50 people in one.  (Is that a compliment...?)  Well.

I like the idea!  Perhaps I will one day, once I actually figure out what to talk about.

Also, today, we went to a street market, and I snagged a super cute leather (or, most likely pleather) jacket for a great price.

I once told me dad I'm a leather jacket kind of girl*, but I don't have a leather jacket, so I'm not living up to my full potential.  (I'm pretty sure, at the time, I was trying to convince him to purchase one for me.  Didn't work.)

But now, I'm happy to say, I'm free to be me.

*Not to say I'm some hardcore biker chick, no.  I mean I'm a leather jacket girl in the sense of it paired with skinny jeans, heels, and a frilly shirt.  Thankyouverymuch.