I'm just as confused as everybody else.I have boxing gloves, and I know how to use them. Ditto for tap shoes, the bass guitar, and knitting needles - skill level in that order.I'm a sucker for a good conversation, the kind where it doesn't feel like trying. I definitely feed off of the people I'm with, which is why I love spazzy maniacs.Alcohol not required for me to dance like it's solid gold; in a swimming pool, grocery store, or the dance floor.I can (and do) tell my mother everything.If you know a good pirate joke, you had better tell me.Brutally honest people are my favorite kind. I'm working on being one of them, but I'm certainly not there yet. My patience has dwindled for the pretenders, the beat-around-the-bushers, the hinters. Say it say it say it. (note to self.)I went from a coffee hater to a coffee lover. Other transitions include beer, tomatoes, avocadoes, and spicy. Still pending: mushrooms, olives, a single piece of seafood that doesn't trigger the gag reflex, whiskey, and black licorice.When someone asks me what to wear to the party, I like to suggest a sombrero and a cape. If you came to my party like that, I would make you the guest of honor.Love is all you need. Love, and professional wrestling.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
A bass teacher with infinite patience. Tap dancers. Hall & Oates. The corn dog fairy. Peg-leg purveyors.
My Blog
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Sorry, go here. MostĀ of the entries there are "friends only", so if you want in on my hot bloggin' action, then you'll need to create an account and request me as a friend. I know a lot of you thought... Posted by on Sat, 14 Jan 2006 09:47:00 GMT