people watching, movies, music, Literature, dinning out, celebrity gossip, children with speach impediments, leo men and women, southern food, dancing, dancing with bad dancers, south american shamans, religion, I have turned into somewhat of a homebody. I LOVE cooking. German culture and German boys. And of course fashion Viktor&Rolf
Anyone one. And i genuinly mean that. ---------- Okay that was a huge fucking lie... I would now like to be more refined in my taste of people. ID LIKE TO MEET.... Someone with an incredible sense of humor and humility. A person unafraid of failure, letting thier guard down, and taking risks. Someone who will share a bottle of wine with me and watch a good movie. oh and kate fucking bush
fuck it changes all the time..right now DONOVAN!!!! pj harvey, bjork, siouxsie, dolly, lorretta, tammy, neil young, varttina, stereo total, stereo lab, ike and tina turner, shangri-las BLUE GRASS give me a fucking banjo and dulcimer anyday, the zombies nancy sinatra okay i'll stop there before i become one of those people who list every album they have.
piano teacher, color purple, john waters, tim burton, motorcycle diaries, orlando, airplane etc
roseanne, ab fab, keeping up appearances, the office, VH1 shows, the history channel, food network, VH1 classics, golden girls, History Channel, National Geographic Channel, Discovery, PBS, Nick At Nite.
Right this second I am really into Tropic Of Cancer, by Henry Miller.
I believe that today more than ever a book should be sought after even if it has only one great page in it: we must search for fragments, splinters, toenails, anything that has ore in it, anything that is capable of resuscitating the body and soul. It may be that we are doomed, that there is no hope for us, any of us, but if that is so then let us set up a last agonizing, bloodcurdling howl, a screech of defiance, a war whoop! Away with lamentation! Away with elegies and dirges! Away with biographies and histories, and libraries and museums! Let the dead eat the dead. Let us living ones dance about the rim of the crater, a last expiring dance. But a dance! -Henry Miller- -Tropic Of Cancer 1934