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I am in the final year of my 20s.

I have a Master's degree in Creative Writing, a passport full of stamps, and never much money in my bank account.

I love words, music, cooking, sports, television, clothing, planes, and food, not necessarily in that order.

I go weak in the knees for French perfume, fashion magazines, the smell of Jet-A, anything with anchovies on it, and the Adobe Font Folio.

I adore new LJ friends. But I like to know how I know them. Random people with no mutual friends, communities, or interests scare me. I tend to think you're my future employer in disguise.

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