First and foremost, let me explain the whole Teesee thing to you. It originally started out as nickname given to me when I was a child (TC) and was eventually adapated into the phonetically spelled version you see here, by an ex of mine. Ironically, I chose to rename my blog using this nickname just after the said ex and I split up.

Why? Well frankly because I like the name Teesee. I have a thing for nice looking words.

So. Who am I.

I am a collective of experiences, some good, some bad and some bloody awful. I’m funny (no really, just ask Peter, he’ll supply the references, quotes and one liners I tend to exhale on a bi-millisecond basis) and I live to write. Someday I hope to be able to write to live, but until then, you’ll get my ramblings for free. I’m cool like that.

You’ll find I hate talking about myself but have no problems doing it when done in the spirit of self mocking. I do that a lot. In fact I’m often found wandering around the shelves at work having a good ol’ chuckle to myself. Whether or not it’s because a moronic ass-hat simply tickled me pink that morning, or I’m busy rememebering a particularly awesome event that happened earlier, I’m usually found with a smile on my face.

Which reminds me, I work in a bookshop. Long time readers may recall my RANTS (or as I like to call them, Raving About Nothing (whilst) Talking Shit – ok, so that’s really RAN(w)TS, but whatever) about working in a bookshop. Most of which All of which are obviously very insightful pieces into the inner workings of fuckwits.

That’s what I do by the way. I observe people. Then I laugh at them. And then I write about it. I find funny where there is unfunny. I take something diabolical and I make it absurd. This often gets me into trouble (remember my Girl 1 blog series, anyone?) but it’s worth it.

God it’s so worth it.

Recently, I happened to describe myself to someone as an outgoing shy person. I still stick by that statement despite the obvious oxymoronic clash of polar opposites. I am shy. But I’m also outgoing. I guess it depends on the people I’m with and the situation I’m in and the colour underwear I’m wearing.

Actually it doesn’t matter about the colour; it’s all about the material.

Right?

Truthfully though, I’m still learning. I’m still trying to figure out the person I’m going to become. I know who I don’t want to be, so at least I’m half-way there. Well, a third at any rate.

For those of you who like simple facts, I’ll indulge you.

I love tea. Green tea, white tea, black tea – just don’t give me ice tea. I will hate you. Or at least not speak to you for a day or two.

I love reading. I read the good stuff, I read the bad stuff, I read anything I can get my hands on. Sometimes I even read stuff I shouldn’t be able to get my hands on. But then I’m a curious person by nature.

I love writing. I write good stuff, I write bad stuff, and sometimes I even write stuff I’m ashamed to put my name to. Anonymous is a good and personal friend of mine.

I love friends. Not the television series, although I am partial to the odd episode (thank you E4) but I mean friends. The kind you can just go and see and have a good time with. The kind you can cry with, and shout with, and even share a good ol’ bucket of KFC with, right Emma?

Nothing shocks me but I can often be surprised.

Hopefully optimistic and downright causitc, that’s me.

Now who the fuck are you?