The only difference between a mad person and me is this: the lunatic thinks he/she is sane. I know that I am mad.
There is ink flowing in my veins and words murmuring in my bones. Yep, I'm a writer, and no, my age doesn't matter.

See above. Writing. Everything else is just a part of it.

Again, see above. Writing.
Also being impossible, listening to friends when they need me to, being the smartass, telling dirty jokes and shamelessly ogling people, because I just can't help myself.
I can tie cherry stems in knots with my tongue. No, really.

My methaphorically big mouth and literally big nose. Constantly fiddling with my hair and fiercely defending all kinds of rights, usually to the point of being a pain in the ass.
Also walking down the street with my nose in a book, but that kind of goes without saying.

Books: too many. when I was younger, I read practically everything that wandered by, but now I like to think of myself as a book-connoisseur. Oscar Wilde, Shakespeare, Roald Dahl, Nietzsche, Plato, Halil Gibran, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Goethe, J. R. R. Tolkien, Umberto Eco, Leonard Cohen, Lovecraft and Carlos Ruiz Zafon - here are a few of my favourite men to take with me to bed.
Movies: again, far too many to decide on just a few. But I love to recommend Lucky Number Slevin, Fight Club, Sixth Sense, Gladiator, Lawrence of Arabia, Eyes Wide Shut and Eyes Wide Open, and so on.
Music: everything. I refuse to listen to one genre exclusively. but I make a point of avoiding the modern wannabes and techno in general.
Food: almost everything. unfortunately, I really love to eat. perhaps, I could say that I like a half-raw steak the best. I am also a lover of good wine, black chocolate, truffles and cheese.

1. My fountain pen, ink and paper. this is one thing for me :D
2. Somebody who loves me like fire. Gender not important.
3. A good book. Probably something by Umberto Eco, his books never get old.
4. My iPod.
5. Black tea, which has recently replaced my coffee addiction.
6. Alarm clock. The only damn thing that gets me out of bed. I believe sleep to be my worst enemy, who is stealing half of my life away.

- where the hell is my pen?
- random insane things, like white spiders crawling out of the walls
- how wonderful would some random person from the street look in my bed on Sunday morning with that 'I've just been ravished within an inch of my life' look on his/her face; or that I wish I would have the courage to step up to him/her and ask him/her out.

- going to sleep early, exhausted by the week;
or
- hunched over my laptop typing frantically.

Exciting, huh?

I have dreams about having a threesome. frequently.
and my lack of social graces troubles me far more than I let on.

- you are looking for an interesting person who can go steady, but won't trouble you with calling her back if that's what you agreed on

- you want to talk with a crazy writer who has a fetish for literature, art and philosophy

- you are not a horny idiot who thinks I'll appreciate bad porn-messages

- if you can think of a better opening line than 'Hello, gorgeous' or 'Hi there, what's up?'

- if you are a girl who likes girls and wouldn't mind teaching a brand new bisexual weirdo a thing or two.

- if you think there is a possibility that I am the love of your life, which is highly unlikely, but weirder things had happened.

In any case, you need to understand that I hope to find interesting people to talk to on this site, and not much else. I don't do cam sex and unless you are a) living reasonably close to me and b) intellectualy compatible with me, I am not going to consider you as a romantic interest.

And I don't care if this sounds rude to you, but PLEASE TRY TO REFRAIN FROM MIND-NUMBING STUPIDITY.