I AM NOT A NERD!

So I'm not a nerd, really.
This is my first computer (an old one that The boy doesn't use anymore) and my first blog.
But in the tradition of peer pressure I have caved and decided to attempt to "Nerd Up"with my very own blog.
Plus I'm sick of reading about myself on my friend's blogs and not getting to tell my side of the story except by comment which no-one reads anyway.
Okay I read the comments buts that's because I'm checking for stuff about me.
So at this point you're thinking I'm very self-involved, that it's all about me and no-one else matters.
And to you I say "nice one, you figured me out".
But there's more to urbabe than just a great rack.
Let's take it back to the beginning. . .

I was born, adopted out to the bestest mum ever, given some opportunities that were quickly wasted, employed by random companies, optioned out as a permanent BFF, and picked up by The Boy after a marathon sesion of "moving house".
Actually I shouldn't have air quotes on the moving house part because that was literally what happened - he was moving house, had no-one to help and I, as the great friend that I am, was only too happy to provide assistance.
Then one thing led to another, as it tends to do, and a short time later he and I became "us".
I'm pretty sure it was my winning personality that did it.
Either that or my constant bending over to pick up things and the preview of what I might look like after sex (slightly out of breath with aching limbs and an arrogant smirk that I did good).
We've since shacked up (in the house that I helped move all his crap to - I wasn't about to do that twice) and are here with a couple of friends that have been trying to get me to live with them for years.
Missy K remarked that if she'd known all it would take was sex to get me moved in she would have made a pass at me ages ago.
Her husband remains quietly non-commital on the subject.

So back to my bit about not being a nerd.
The three other people in this house all have laptops (The Boy works from home so he has a PC too) and have been seen on numerous occassions sitting on the couch and IM'ing each other.
THEY'RE RIGHT BESIDE YOU!
JUST OPEN YOUR FRICKEN MOUTHES!
And this is how I know I am not a nerd.
That and the fact that I didn't know Doctor Who wasn't human, which is one of the random nerd facts that I have picked up from living here.
I will freely admit that I'm a dork from time to time but I can safely say that I am not a nerd.