Someone who only knows me from the past few years. Therefore only knows the watered down, diluted version.
The phone rang during a conversation. Wrong number. I told friend that when I was younger I used to get fed up with wrong numbers, if the person was stupid enough to be unable to dial correctly then it wasn't my problem to deal with. I took take-out orders, taxi requests, told people that the person they were looking for didn't live there anymore.
I was evil. I was a teenager at the time though but that isn't an excuse and nor would I offer one. Tolerance levels were...actually they are pretty much what they are now.
Wicked TIBS, says friend with what I hope is admiration that I am not what everyone thinks I am.
I aspire to Nigella, I am in reality closer to Lucille Ball.