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Hello, Asiah here.
As you can see, there are no pictures. My identity is a secret only because I haven’t gone to JcPenny’s and taken professional headshot.
I hope you caught the sarcasm.
But I kind of dig this mysteriousness.
That’s irrelevant though.
What’s most relevant, is answering a question most of us stumble on, the “Who are you?” question.
Well, I can’t say my name again because I already introduced myself at the beginning.
But to keep things uncomplicated, I’m just a girl who loves food just as much as I love being in my bed after a 9-hr shift.
Or the same way, you love air conditioning on a 100-degree day.
Or the way a hairstylists loves clients who are on time.
Or the way a pennypincher loves Black Friday deals.
The way buttons love holes.
You get the picture. If you ask my closest friends and family about me, and nothing food-related comes up in the conversation, they’re no kin of mine.
Sometimes I can be a little sarcastic.
Now that I’ve revealed the inner workings of myself a little, I hope you’ll stay. Hang out a little, maybe?