I’m a natural blond and an unconventional dresser, prone to make mistakes and enjoy myself anyway. I’m a seeker of wild places and wild people, of dark-eyed songs and dreamy moments when the light shines through. I don’t need a hand in mine to be happy, but I thrive on human contact and contact highs, life buzzing through someone else’s veins, fire flaring up in someone else’s dreams. I’m prone to attacks of wilderness, vulnerable to the moan of wind somewhere far-off, apt to follow flights of fantasy. The ocean calls to me in a voice just beyond recognition, just short of irresistible on any given day.I like to go barefoot. I believe in unbreakable loyalty, evolution, spontaneous interpretive dance, and cooking with butter. I believe that our actions and beliefs echo into the universe, and form our everyday odyssey from the material of dreams. I believe in the concept of “clean enough,†that milk won't suddenly poison you after the expiration date, and that some foods have psychological benefits that outweigh the negative nutritional value. I believe that the means justify the ends, that we rise to our own expectations and that life is too short to read poorly written books. I hate white walls and window blinds, avoid negative people, and try not to be one of them. I find that I am difficult to avoid. I cry at sad books, avoid scary movies, and scream in haunted houses. I’m one of the most reasonable and responsible people I know. I can be very easily entertained. Sleeping in makes me tired, television leaves me cold, and hard physical labor makes me happy as a clam. Endorphins are my drug of choice. I’ve been told I walk “Like a dude who’s looking for a fight,†but I just want to get where I’m going. When I’m happy or excited, I'll run instead.I usually let people figure all this out for themselves, but what the heck. Now you can tell me about you. You can’t say you weren’t warned.
