Passionate, that I am. I thrive on humor... laughter, among other things, has considerably changed my life. And so has masturbation. Celibacy is so inhumane, exploration is so exciting, love is rare and so delicate but yet is a powerful liberation...
I live in the moment, my impulsiveness tends to get me in trouble.
I have no patience for those without ambitions, I have no tolerance for arrogance...
I'm not special in any way (well, maybe "mentally special"), that would be a judgement call on your behalf. I'm not your typical girl; I hate shopping but I can spend hours browsing the tool section at Sears; I would never be caught dead in a salon; money doesn't impress me, neither does expensive jewelry... but a 1970 Plymouth Barracuda with the legendary HEMI 426 block and 425 horses under the hood, well THAT just might impress me.
Nothing's sexier than a man in a baseball hat, jeans and a t-shirt.
I am not cultured when it comes to the popular world and quite frankly, I don't care. TV bores me, poetry or a good horror story rejuvenates me, life intrigues me, I am a mystery even to myself but it's one that i enjoy unraveling day by day.
I'm obsessed with things that fly, mostly of the mechanical man-made kind, that is; my life revolves around my work and i'm not ashamed to say I love it with every bone in my body.
My therapist says i'm normal but for a $150 an hour he probably would've told me I was Mary, mother of Jesus.
If you hate me, that's ok cause it's just one less person I have to deal with. If I am too honest, then turn away cause you'd hate me more. I am not Irish but I tend to drink like one... I'm not an alcoholic, alcoholics go to meetings.
Making much sense is clearly not my forte...
By the way, did anyone even notice that's really a '70 Challenger in the shot above? Now here's the real Cuda... a '72 though without the 426... just as bad-ass. Oh... I think my panties are getting wet...
(courtesy of Goodys)
I'll make due.
