Somebody once posted this question: Would you want yourself for a best friend?

The first reaction in my mind to that question was: Heck no! I don't even like who and what I am!

To tell you the truth, that scared me. I thought about it, then decided I was probably not having one of my best moments, and tucked the thought away in a dark corner of my mind. 

Didn't have to look for one of those, I have plenty.

So the next day, that question popped op and darn, same answer! I didn't like that one bit.

I tried to figure out why I didn't like myself, but there was no real answer. It's not like I'd hate me, or wouldn't want to be in the same room with me. I just don't think this 'me-person' is interesting enough to be my friend. She has nothing in common with me, she's bland and boring. 

Wait - did I say that about myself? 

Okay now you have a faint idea of my mission. I'm going to search for the first B in my alias (yes, that's Brilliant Brunette). 

No way I'm bland and boring, how dare I think so, it's insulting!

In case you think there are voices in my head, you're right. I like them usually, as long as they're not starting to talk about me in Spanish. That's just rude, because I don't speak Spanish so I can't understand them. 

Tomorrow my journey starts and I have no clue where it will take me. You're all free to join me, but be warned: this is going to be a bumpy ride!

That being said: I'm off with the fairies. Hoping to get some good sleep before the travelling to the centre of the earth of me starts, I may need it.