My coworkers describe me as a Dali painting. I thought they meant warped and twisted, like the droopy clocks, but they explained that I just see things much differently than most people. And I do.
My coworkers describe me as a Dali painting. I thought they meant warped and twisted, like the droopy clocks, but they explained that I just see things much differently than most people. And I do.
Live music, museums, theatre, painting (although I completely suck at it), showing horses, travel, running with my dog, last minute road trips, city/country - doesn't matter where I am, as long as I am surrounded by great people.
Coldplay, Matthew Kahler, Jason Mraz, Natasha Bedingfield, Sia, The Pixies, Dave Matthews Band, Amanda Ghost, Death Cab for Cutie, Hellogoodbye, Gwen Stefani, Goat, Keane, Jem, Depeche Mode, Erasure, Regina Spektor, Shiny Toy Guns, The Killers
Love Actually,Monty Python and the Holy Grail, The Meaning of Life, Better Off Dead, Breakfast at Tiffany's, Office Space, Cruel Intentions, Fight Club
Sex and the City reruns, Design Star, Rock of Love, My Super Sweet 16, Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency - any reality show that's a complete trainwreck
Animal Farm (because it reminds me sooooo much of my former department at work)
Confessions of a Shopaholic
The Devil Wears Prada
Horse Heaven
The Count of Monte Cristo
Upton Sinclair's The Jungle
The Catcher in the Rye
The hot guy who helped me push my car off Williams Street when it crapped out two summers ago - if only I'd been less worried about calling Audi Assured for my tow, and more concerned about getting his digits...
Michele MacKenzie, who lovingly spent hours and hours with my horse, Cowboy (and the ultrasound machine), trying to save his bad leg, and who gave Cowboy kisses, hugs, and all the peppermints a horse could want!
Gramps, the only 84 year old I know with a Sony WEGA plasma tv, picture phone, and DSL. He's never been one to be left behind. Oh, and he sends funny dirty jokes, too!