08 January 2010

I am searching for the perfect bra. The quest has consumed my every thought. It has taken over my entire life.


My stumble thinks I am a middle-aged, baby crazy, Russian speaking, children's literature aficionado who gets a kick out of lists of bizarre and funny pictures, sincerely appreciates the beauty in a photo of a sunset and is touched by art made by depressed cyberkids who use only red, black and white in their pieces, needs access to at least 5-6 libraries of e-books, with a recreational interest in alternative medicine.

I'm mostly just concerned because this came up.
What's so weird is that the only subjects I checked as my interests on stumble are bodybuilding, alcohol and the stock market economy.
The Internet sees right through me, a direct line into my soul.