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I am an angry, passionate, creative, hardheaded, thoroughly awesome, fairly unattractive, 38 years old, and...did I mention "fat"? Well, I am. Not too much more to say about THAT--it surely doesn't mean I'm not pretty. I like myself exactly as I am. I have a great job, great personality, I'm weird and quirky and generally content with the life I've built for myself--although if you were to mention, say, POLITICS, you'd be in for a firestorm of ranting and opinion you might not be ready for. But mostly, I try to stay out of everybody's way, do what I do, collect my paycheck, and create as much as humanly possible. I'm looking for someone (race, socioeconomic status, and gender unimportant) who is as angry and creative and as awesome as I am, without the lying-cheating-drama-whateverness that's derailed more than one of my previous relationships. Be real, be honest, be amazing, be mine. That's pretty much all I ask. (Oh....wait...is that too much??)
My Ideal Person:
Honesty and passion. End of story. (Less than 50 characters, says the software. Very well, then.) Honesty, passion, tolerance, non-Republicanism (sorry, but...yeah, that's a deal-breaker these days); wouldn't mind it if you could cook, write, or do outdoorsy-type things.
My most humbling moment
Every day I live is a humbling moment. I wake up in the morning,
awash in my own faults and imperfections--yet I still wake
up. I go to work, and find out all the things I don't know--but
I learn. When I come home, I face my solitude--but I also
acknowledge the path that brought me here. I recognize
my mistakes, my missteps, and even the happy accidents
that have brought me to the awesome space I currently inhabit--but
I am consistently humbled by "what might have been",
had I only showed more (initiative, gumption, intelligence,
common sense, etc.) I have learned not to beat myself up
about the past, but that lesson has been a long and difficult
one.
The celebrity I resemble the most
Someone once told me "Christina Ricci", but
he was trying to flatter me. Someone else, on my old block,
once referred to me as "Roseanne" and nearly
got a swift right hook to the jaw for it. Draw your own conclusions.
The best or worst lie you've ever told:
"That? No, that wasn't a confession that I was
cheating--that was....um.....part of a novel I was working
on. Yeah, that's it, that's tht ticket."
(No, he didn't believe it. No, neither should he have.
I was much younger then, and in the grip of one of those Truest
Loves. Again--we can talk about that later, if we must.
Suffice to say that I've learned, since 1994, a great
deal about karma, heartbreak, and repentance.)
If I could be anywhere right now
I would have a farmhouse in Wisconsin, in which each room
was a different type of studio. One would be a room for a textile
studio, with a loom; one would be a ceramics room, with a
kiln for firing ceramic and glass-fusing; one would be
a room for painting, and so on. Outside, away from all the
chemically-hazardous stuff, there would be an outbuilding
where I would have my bakery--cakes, cookies, breads and
pastries--and further out, toward the well-travelled
roads, a small building which would serve as a restaurant/bakery/coffeehouse/diner.
That's my dream, anyway.
Five items I can't live without
1. My computer.
2. My stove.
3. My cats. (I love my kitties.)
4. Books, as an aggregate category.
5. Pepsi--sadly enough.
Fill in the blank: _____ is sexy; _____ is sexier.
Rebels are sexy; rebels with a tender streak are sexier.
(Yeah, I'm one of THOSE stereotypes. I won't deny
it--I like the bad boys, as long as they can hold a baby or
a kitten and completely come undone in the face of such total
innocence. Yeah, I know those guys stopped existing circa
1995--strangely enough, so did I. It's all good.)
In my bedroom one will find...
Me, mostly. Also, my DVR, a comfy chair, all my art supplies,
a lot of books, and a lot of blankets.
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