Facts:
- I find cold weather is no good unless I've got someone to keep my ass warm.
- Talk is cheap. Actions speak SO much louder than words. Really. Really. Really.
- My headphones are at stupid loud levels when riding the subway and walking around the city. Honestly, I have no idea how I am not hard of hearing yet.
- I can play and sing a pretty decent version of "So lonesome I could die". Is that pathetic? I don't know, at least it's a classic.
- It's rare, but sometimes I get a hankering for cheese doodles; I do share them with my dog.
- Dogs are better than people.
- I am often simultaneously fascinated and repulsed by this website.
- Being a single woman in your 30's is a completely different ballgame than being a single woman in your 20's. Hmmm.
- I could care less that my side-view mirror has at times been attached to my car via duct tape. This is NYC, I don't have time to care about THINGS (especially cars). Yes, it was repaired, but only to pass inspection. Please be handy, I'm just creative.
- I may not care about the material stuff so much, but I work my butt off. I do care very much about experiences.
- I have worked in the twin towers, shoveled shit (literally), been a floral designer, answered donald trump's fan mail (yes, he gets fan mail...), taught elementary kids the viola and tuned orchestras, waited tables, personal assisted a hedge fund ceo, chopped cheese and played music to pay my rent. What can I say? What hasn't killed me has only made me stronger. These days I work in the print media biz, and I suppose that sounds kind of boring compared to all of the above.
- So I am not perfect by any means, however I am terribly honest, sometimes silly, generous & full of affection (for the right person).
- My pie (still) kicks ass.
- I can clean up and be ladylike. You could not shave for a week and I'd probably find that kinda hot.
My Ideal Person:
Fearlessness.
Well, I may not know exactly what I am looking for, but I do know exactly what I am not looking for.
In the words of L. Phair-
..whatever happened to a boyfriend
The kind of guy that tries to win you over?
And whatever happened to a boyfriend
The kind of guy who makes love cause he's in it?
And I want a boyfriend
I want a boyfriend
I want all that stupid old shit like letters and sodas
Letters and sodas
& This one ain't bad either...
Nina simone
Do I move you, are you willin
Do I groove you, is it thrillin
Do I soothe you, tell the truth now
Do I move you, are you loose now
The answer better be (yes, yes)
That pleases me
Are you ready for this action
Does it give you satisfaction
Are you hip to what Im sayin
If you are then lets start swayin
The answer better be (yes, yes)
That pleases me
When I touch you do you quiver
Form your head down to your liver
It you like it let me know it
Dont be psychic or youll blow it
The answer better be (yes, yes)
Great god almighty, that pleases me
The last great book I read
a prayer for owen meany- john irving
My most humbling moment
this is it...
Favorite on-screen sex scene
swept away (the original)
The celebrity I resemble the most
beyotch pleeease...
The best or worst lie I've ever told
she won't bite
If I could be anywhere right now
in yo dreams...
Five items I can't live without
my dog my beat up car my guitar my camera my snacks
Fill in the blank: _____ is sexy; _____ is sexier.
a metrosexual is sexy; a mountainman is sexier
In my bedroom one will find...
dog hair, my dog tucked into my bed with her head on the pillow
of course, my desk, a guitar, dirty laundry and boots
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