the Northern Sky singing, tree hugging, stray cat kissing, literature dabbling, good (bad) girl who majors in trying on other people's shoes and walking around in them. Likes coffee only with her oxygen, Pterodactyl because it starts with a P, math because of the cute little symbols, so-so movies because of the soundtrack. Not too crazy about air conditioning systems, customers who are rude to waiters, and Three Musketeers but she surely loves the one who likes 'em.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
the Norwegian Wood strumming, phony hating, Real Madrid fan who loves girls in short skirts, the greater than Gatsby, Bob Dylan humming, White Russian drinking who likes girls who read Murakami and Salinger.
My Blog
The Last and Best of the Peter Pans
"She has the damnedest eyes. They can make the world seem as spiritually free as the sight of a child running across a gasoline-streaked road on a dark rain day.""But I was the Chekhov Guy, the enemy ... Posted by on Thu, 18 Oct 2007 19:20:00 GMT
The Ocean Full of Bowling Balls or The Death of the 12-year old Gentleman
"He had straight new penny-red hair, after my mother, which he parted on the left side and combed unwetted. He never wore a hat but you could see and identify him at great distances."Holden discovered... Posted by on Wed, 13 Jun 2007 22:30:00 GMT
