Some idiot saw fit to teach me how to make my own tribe thingy!

Hello! I'm Kirstie and I've joined tribe because I've heard some great things from my friends who have also joined. Also they never return my calls or see me anymore so I came to the conclusion that tribe must be a cult of some description and rather than have an intervention and get my dear friends out I thought I'd do the next best thing and join in.

I hate these "about me" things, I mean who really wants to hear a load of mindless twaddle about someone they have never met? Oh, you do? Well in that case I suppose I better tell you a few of the highlights.

As mentioned, I'm Kirstie, hysterically this means "Christlike", don't worry I only go to church when no one is looking and that's only because I feel thoroughly guilty for not keeping up with my Catholic faith. I'm nearly 39, 7th July; send presents, and I'm disgusted at myself. This was never supposed to happen to me! I'm young, kind of cute, fit and able. And now I'm close approaching 40. I'd say everything is downhill after 40 but it appears it all went downhill long before I reached 35. I can't get drunk anymore because the hangover puts me out for at least three days. My knees click and I'm putting on weight like that Dugger woman with the 47 babies. I used to hear older women tell me that I was so lucky to be able to eat whatever I wanted and I would smile and think "sad old woman", now I tell young girls that they are lucky to eat whatever they want and smile at them as they no doubt think "sad old woman".

I'm a writer, I write and write and write but I have a problem. I never finish. I have probably written around 50 books without endings. My books are my children and to put an ending on them would some how kill them and I simply don't have the heart. I've been told by friends, who are obviously lying, that I write well and that my books would sell but alas I can not find it in my heart to finish any of them. I continue to write, maybe one day an ending will come to me. Perhaps I just like being a starving writer? Starving artists are surely the most interesting people in the world, without the hardship they would not be able to create their art and vice-versa.

Speaking of art, I love it but I don't understand it. I'm the typical 'I like what I like' type of person, I don't know names, genres or styles but I do like red. And grey. Both together is possibly divinity.

I love music, in fact I bought my car based on the music in the advert. Probably an expensive love of music.

I constantly skip breakfast and eat cereal for lunch, perhaps my internal clock is six hours slow. I love to go out to dinner but I can never decide what to have, meaning my friends have to help me as they would a child as they point to things on the menu and ask what mood I'm in.

I have moved three times in ten years and I have still never fully unpacked. My house is in Surrey in England and I share it with my cat Chester. My study is a mess, in fact it's fair to say it's been clean twice in four years and both times were when my mother cleaned it when I was on holiday. I cannot concentrate on my work with a messy study but for some reason never get around to cleaning it.

I listen to the music on the Sky planner, my friends keep telling me how to go into the settings and turn it off but I just nod politely at them as I rather like it and when I'm on my own I'll listen to it playing in the other room. I hate gardening and gardening hates me, I would love nothing more than to have green fingers but sadly I have not been blessed with them. Last year I had my garden paved and chipped over so I would never have to worry about gardening again. Last month I bought a load of tubs and plants. This month they are already dying.

I'm nosey. Nosey is probably quite a gentle way of putting it. I people watch, I love to watch people in public and guess at their lifestyles. I look in people's baskets in supermarkets and judge their personality. I talk to people in public. Even when I know they really don't want to talk to me.