Clicquot, cats and convertibles

Sweeties, darlings, readers,
Before I start any other postings; what would the world want to know about me? Is there a blogiquette about this? Should I introduce myself? Do you need private information like how many siblings I have and how much sex (unrelated)? I bet not. I also bet blogiquette is not even a word.
Then again, call me creative, call me too lazy to find an existing alternative, I like inventing words. I don’t mind, I’m not really English speaking anyway. I was doubting while starting this up if I'd go for English or my native tongue in this blog, but worldwide fame doesn't exactly come with a minority language, now does it.

For now, let's leave the introduction at some of my 'likes';

Foods: I love to have breakfast in town, especially in a town different than my own, especially one in a foreign country even. Salame de Chocolate in Lisbon for example. (I can handle it, I have the metabolism of a nuclear reactor). I like almost any food but am a bit of a food snob. Don’t think of me as difficult, think of me as a boy of principle: If you can’t cook, don’t cook for me. If you’re poor or cheap, don’t take me out to lunch. Spaghetti is not lunch. Water is not a drink. Veuve Clicquot Rosé Millésime is. Or anything else alcoholic. Permanent marker for example.
I’m also a coffee addict. And I love cooking. I’m very good at it as well. That sounds like boasting, but I’m actually only paraphrasing trustworthy sources. Alas, not to invade their privacy, I can’t tell you who they are.

Cars; I’m in love with the Chrysler 300C, but would only want it with driver, cause I’m too boyish to drive around a car bigger than some people’s house. I also like the BMW M6 Convertible, the Smart Roadster for city-use, and the Porsche Cayenne for fun. Unfortunately, all of them require for my parents to die before I can buy them. And if you think I’m reaching for the sky here; my boyfriend will only settle for the Rolls Royce Phantom Convertible.

Pets; I love pets. I’ve got a rat named Tobias and always have a couple of nameless fish. Not that I’m cruel not to name them, they just never last so I stopped bothering. I hate people who, after ‘Wanda’ died, name their new fish ‘Wanda 2’. But fish aren’t really pets anyway. More like decorative objects you put in water. Biologists should really consider categorizing them under ‘flowers’.
I would like bigger pets, like a greyhound, a small bulldog, or a sphinx cat. But being me, Peta would protest if I bought one. So would my boyfriend. And really, I don’t blame them, dogs and cats need so mush looking after! I’m happy with low maintenance pets. Like mink furs and rabbit hats.

Right. Have you seen the ruddy time? I’m off to bed, I’ll finish this list tomorrow, promise! I’ll also figure out what this blog will be about :-)
Love you guys already. Such good listeners!