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About Me

I know what I like and what I don't like. People often say to me, "Tell me how you really feel!" I've been called an opinionated hippie, which means I love trees and I'll tell you about it. Elephants are my favorite animal and have been since I learned they mourn their dead. I notice things like the word 'empathetic' can't be spelled without 'pathetic' and that 'psychotherapist', when broken down sounds like an evil clown's name: Psycho The Rapist. I hate clowns. I like people, and finding out the answer to 'why'. I like to smoke, drink, and dance the hootchie coo. Ok, rarely do I smoke, or drink, and truthfully, the only time I dance is when no one's lookin'. Unless I'm in that special moment when it just doesn't matter if someone is. I believe things happen for a reason. I listen to myself a lot. Pink is not my favorite color. I find anything supernatural intriguing. I believe the children are our future, so teach them well. I like the kind of puns that make you groan and I always intend mine. I know how to laugh at myself and cry with myself too. I treasure the little things. I love music and sing along with any song I know. Brussel sprouts, the phrase 'blood sausage' and haggis should never have existed. I'm a big fan of peace, love and understanding. I'm open minded, and I'll listen. I swear when it's appropriate and sometimes when it's not. I have a cat, I like my cat, but that does not mean my house is decorated in small cat statues or that I am the cat lady. I heart hugs. Sometimes I speak in an English accent just because. People that don't bring the cart back should be shot. I like to write. I like spending time with my friends, talking about nothing and everything. I'm happy getting lost in a bookstore or hanging out at home watching movies. Kevin Costner bugs the shit out of me. I like walking around downtown Seattle, playing tourist in my own town. I like to get away too, by going camping or visiting the ocean. It irritates me when public clocks aren't set to the correct time. I like photography, both taking it and admiring other people's work, and visiting art museums. I like traveling, especially road trips, and meeting new people. I don't mind if the door is opened for me. I like sparkly things, but don't need them to make me happy. I like fresh flowers from farmer's markets. And alliteration. I am in love with the moon and thunderstorms. Breakfast is my favorite meal to eat out and I have a coffee habit that should require rehab. I believe in love and I like life, mine in particular.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

I'd like to meet Jim Henson, creator of the Muppets. I know he's dead now, but I could just hose him with Febreeze or something. He was brilliant. I wanna meet the person that can actually lick their elbow. Marilyn Monroe makes the list of people I'd like to meet. I would've liked to have known her, but I wasn't born yet. She needed a hug I think. I wish I could ask Audrey Hepburn about that last scene in My Fair Lady when she brings the Professor his slippers. It always rubbed me wrong and I wonder if it did her too. I'd like to meet Stephen King. I've admired his imaginative and haunting stories since I read Pet Sematary in the 6th grade. It'd be cool to sit and talk with Kevin Smith too. He looks like a dude that would be fun to just hang out with. Plus I hear he talks a lot, so that would take off any pressure. I wouldn't mind sitting down with Joss Whedon either. I want to talk with him about a Buffy episode that still haunts me. Johnny Depp makes the list and not just because he's delicious. He's a fantastic enigma. I'd love to sit down and listen to him talk about how he became Sweeney Todd. And then lick him. I've also had a bit of a mad crush on Rob Thomas since 'Push' and if I ever had the chance, I'd try desperately to engage him in a purely sexual relationship. And someday I'd like to meet my own personal...

My Blog

A bit of forever ago

It's been a long time, and there's much to tell but not a lot to share. I'm happy.  A few people might feel as though they helped it happen and they might be right, but eventually, only we could find ...
Posted by on Fri, 22 May 2009 20:16:00 GMT

Waking Up

"You must have had a bad dream last night. Do you remember it?"Yes. She lay in the middle of the bare mattress, her eyes staring into nowhere. Her wrists and ankles were tied to the corners with rope,...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Apr 2009 18:37:00 GMT

Buzz

Fingers resting on the keys. A blinking cursor taunting me. Thoughts whirling about work, friends, sex, the way my hair looks in this ridiculous ponytail. A book lying on the table seems like the way ...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Feb 2009 21:10:00 GMT

Word

Word DocumentIt has been a long time, but I haven't forgotten your pull. I've thought of you in the most inappropriate times and not nearly enough. And now... I've come back to you. I will caress you....
Posted by on Sat, 07 Feb 2009 00:45:00 GMT

Morning Blog

I hate waking up like I did this morning. An hour before the alarm went off and with my mind all twisted with dreams. That uncomfortable linger then moves to my stomach and I felt nauseous. Hot and co...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Dec 2008 08:38:00 GMT

Goodnight Sweetheart, goodnight

I'm irritated enough to go upstairs and tell my neighbor to turn down his bloody tv or I'm going to kill him. I get out of my warm bed, pull on my sweats and shoes and stomp upstairs. I pound on his d...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Dec 2008 23:59:00 GMT

More Than Enough

Two years ago today, right now, I was sitting in an ICU waiting for my mother to die. I wasn't sleeping. I wasn't eating. I was barely there. I was just....waiting. I smoked too many cigarettes. I rem...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Nov 2008 23:13:00 GMT

The I List

I Live as: I choose to. I Work: in a place that makes me smile, let's me feel rewarded and provides a learning experience every day. I Talk: carefully. With my hands. Openly. And usually after thinkin...
Posted by on Fri, 31 Oct 2008 10:19:00 GMT

The Ivys Gone

I came home today to find the ivy that had been growing all over my porch had been hacked away. I made contact with the upstairs rabbit and he told me the landlord came by and rid my porch of the pret...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Oct 2008 17:23:00 GMT

Hitting the Reset Button

Sometimes, when things seem out of control, I take a moment and hit my inner reset button. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, reminding myself as I exhale how at the very least, I am in fact....
Posted by on Thu, 16 Oct 2008 14:33:00 GMT