In journalistic terms - fluff

Since I'm still new to this, and suffering from major 'new-girl-at-school' performance anxiety, I put a lot of thought into my posts. My options for today were:
1. Writing about how my mother accidently read the last post and found out some things she so did not want to know about me. She really did. It was not pretty.
2. Or, I could tell you five things about me that most people don't know.
I've chosen the latter. I know most people that read this blog know me (in real life) as well, but it's fun to pretend that they don't. And as the blog suggests, I must self indulge. So here goes:
2.1 I have hideous feet. And I don't really know when they got this bad, but they are possibly the worst feet in history.
2.2 I wanted to be named Rosie and wanted to become an air-hostess when I was little. Don't ask me why.
2.3 I still sleep with my 13-year-old blanket.
2.4 When I was 13 my voice cracked and I wondered if I was a boy. I've since been saddled with a voice that I like to think of as husky, but that my grandmother terms unladylike.
2.5 Rumour has it that one my ex-boyfriends has turned gay. I don't know why I'm publicising this fact.
Okay, okay. I promise my next post will be full of intellectual fodder. Not.