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adrienne

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About Me

"It's not a habit...it's cool...I feel alive...if you don't have it you're on the other side...I'm not an addict...maybe that's a lie..." I'm a dancer and a prancer and a yoga romancer (and I make gargoyle poster windows; a few are displayed in my picture profile). I run 6.2 miles a year. I have a hard time wearing hats and an even harder time talking on the phone. It will be a frightful day if ever I am forced to do both simultaneously. I am old; not dead. Although the code by which my husband and I live will not be broadcast here, it will become clear as you get to know me (and him). It behooves me to mention that I will seldom respond to a single male unless he: a) has something interesting and/or intelligent to say, b) has a gorgeous lady friend who's equally as interested or c) is hot (I never claimed to lack superficiality). I often smile for no apparent reason (because, although not always apparent, my reasons are abundant). I could very well be too talkative and won't be the least bit offended if you tell me to shut the fuck up. I feel I am on this Earth to appreciate: sugar, nutella, gray areas, old people, the warmth of the sun, the way my kids' faces look during sleep, teachers, the concept of infinity, the body of a woman, the face of a man who attempts to hold back his smile, intense eyes, my husband's calves, the scent of my son's neck, my daughter's intention, grins, rich soil, a woman dancing, a man holding a child, vanilla, fantasies, the smell of old books, wit, fire engines, anticipation, soft skin, mispronunciations out of the mouths of kids, the sound of "I love you" and the fact that my heart...beats.
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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

The artists who wrote the aforementioned songs. Anyone for whom weirdness and expression come naturally. However if you cannot spell compatible, then we're probably not. I'm kidding! I'm not so sure I spelled it correctly myself. Where the hell is spellcheck? I love meeting new people as it gives me a fresh perspective on things. I really dig folks who take on the likeness of spiders...tenacity and a strong work ethic will get you far. However I'm slightly peeved by those who ask tons of questions yet never seem to be satisfied with even one single fucking answer. From what seed have such questions spawned? Curiosity? Control? Helplessness? Religion? Perhaps just Rhetoric (yes, with a capital "R"). I do not believe that personal conversations should become a forum for opinion-pushing. I'm stuck in a paradox in that I loathe intolerance yet cannot tolerate passive aggression or hyper-vigilance. (This facade of cynicism is my way of avoiding loving everyone and everything. As said in the movie American Beauty, "Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in." Let love be the downfall...hooray!) On a lighter note, let's talk about how silly we humans are. If you're a young'n, please pick on someone your own age. Better yet, chat with your parents! Chances are, they're listening.

My Blog

Pedophile Predicament

Alright, I will not rant for hours with politically incorrect prose, yet I will say that in light of the recent fear of MySpace maniacs (oooohhhh...they're OUT there....!) I have removed all pictures ...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Jul 2008 22:38:00 GMT

Tool (again).

Just saw 'em.   Mind is filled.   Angst is released.    Attitude is sufficiently adjusted. Wow (again).
Posted by on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 08:40:00 GMT

On Obsession

I can't decide if it's funny or disturbing that at the present moment my 6-yr-old daughter is outside reading one of my books entitiled "On Obsession".  Good for her that she chose some light rea...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Nov 2006 11:08:00 GMT

Don't fall in lust

Oh wherein lies the seduction whilst my heart and body dance upon this stage not lit by your gaze?
Posted by on Thu, 08 Jun 2006 09:41:00 GMT

Peony Pity

Among the least fortunate of all souls might be those who have never experienced the beauty of a peony.  Worse yet, some folks, upon witnessing this flower in all its glory, are no...
Posted by on Fri, 26 May 2006 21:01:00 GMT

Tool.

Vicarious.      Wow.
Posted by on Mon, 17 Apr 2006 08:06:00 GMT

Thus far in Boulder

Today, so far, I've seen: A crocus in the snow...Three 5-year-olds (one from Mexico, one from the US, one from China) hugging...A man consoling a crying woman...A stare-down between my son and a squir...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Mar 2006 08:57:00 GMT

Rorschach in my living room

Being that parents are usually suspect of long-term silence, I checked in on my daughter the other day only to find that she was busy painting the first Rorschach inkblot onto her art easel. No shit,...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jan 2006 10:39:00 GMT

K-K-K-R-R-R-R-R....OOOOOO....Q!

To anyone out there from LA...whatever happened to Richard Blade?
Posted by on Mon, 21 Nov 2005 09:30:00 GMT

Warm concrete

The concrete beneath my bare feet Still warm after the sun has set Is like that glimpse of you Lingering... That cool moment Has become a foundation For hope of future glances And hope that t...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Sep 2005 21:40:00 GMT