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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 I'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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