I'm going to lie to you all, and tell you that I live in a castle somewhere in Europe alone with my hairless cat. My parents are always (conveniently) away on business, and when I am not away at my lavish boarding school, I hold raging parties on the vast palace grounds. We often wear masks to disguise our true identities while drinking rich people champagne. If I wasn't making this up, you would all be invited.                                                   P.S. Yes, the sweaters my hairless cat  wears could buy your life.
P.P.S My reading list is lit I recommend you endulge yourself in some of my personal faves.