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Since I’m a writer, this combination means that one day I’ll inevitably work my fingers down to the palm and then I’ll just mash my keyboard as best I can. He also said I can be a bit of a controlling bitch. I socked him in the face, reorganised his shoelaces because they were all wrong and set up this blog.
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That story is only part true. I’ll leave it up to you to work out which parts I made up.
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Here’s a bit of moderately accurate history:
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About three years ago I met a nerd by the name of Mark and worked out that our names make the delightful portmanteau “Magnes”. It was all too irresistible so we moved in together and began having adventures. (The astrologist is all for it, by the way.)
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For a while we lived in the sensible suburb of St Leonards, but then we threw it all away for a toilet in the bedroom and hung out at Mark’s parents’ luxurious apartment, the Manly-P:
After this we moved into Mark's parents' house in Newport so that we wouldn't have to cook and clean while we were enjoying the ocean...
...but I didn't have anything to complain about so my blog ran dry. So Mark and I decided to move to a foreign country. We picked Germany because neither of us speak German and it seemed like a good idea at the time...also the astrologist promised we'd get rich. We're still waiting for the money to come in. I'm consoling myself with beer.
And that’s about all you really need to know about me. If you have any pressing questions you can get me on agnes@inkbyagnes.com
