Home's about how I had a breakdown or whatever and cried a lot then took some antidepressants and petted some dogs and watched some British comedy and decided that's what I wanted to do (be funny fo lyfe) all along not an Honours degree because I don't even like writing essays and I, like, learned how not just me but LOTS of people do what they think they *should* do, not what they just *want* to do and then I realise I can be my own Stephen Fry but called Freya Desmarais and that's actually me being me not trying to be Stephen Fry or anyone else and write run on sentences IF I WANT. Come and learn stuff about life n' that. I'll buy you a drink if I consider you to be potential husband or wife material probably.*

*if I can afford it, otherwise: your shout.