My kid and my dog, roller derby and outdoor skating, yoga, getting inked and pierced, pinup photography, reading, writing (my writer's block is much better now, thanks to my muse), dancing, cooking, sewing, camping/hiking/drinking beer around a bonfire, dressing unwilling squirrels in Renaissance-era clothing, listening to local music and drinking entirely too much whiskey for my own good.
People who can put up with my shit and love me anyway....people who can just love me because of who I am, rather than trying to love me in spite of who I am.
I'm always happy to hear from old friends, new friends, and pretty much anyone who isn't going to stalk me or try to set me on fire. (It's sad when you have to specify things like that, isn't it?) Feel free to send me a message or leave a comment.
Everything from punk to rock to hip hop to classic country to rockabilly to jazz. Really, how many people's iPods shuffle NOFX, Pink Floyd, Atmosphere, Johnny Cash, the Meteors and Chris Botti in a row? My musical tastes are positively schizophrenic.
Hedgehog porn.
Yes. Fear my white girl jamskating.
I don't watch much TV these days, but I'm a sucker for Family Guy, Reno 911 and The Riches...and I'm impatiently awaiting new episodes of The Shield and Rescue Me.
Kurt Vonnegut, Bill Fitzhugh, Christopher Buckley, Christopher Moore, Douglas Adams, Douglas Coupland, Janet Evanovich, Sarah Strohmeyer, Jennifer Weiner, Stephen King, Dean Koontz, Robin Cook, Sue Grafton, anything with an interesting cover (I like to just wander in bookstores and let books find me) or a good review, and anything you'd like to loan me (I love to trade books).
People who march to the beat of their own drum, and refuse to let anyone hold them back. People who have found balance in their lives, physically/emotionally/mentally/spiritually.