I'm most attracted to those people that vanilla folks tend to call "dangerous" or "scary" or "going-to-take-all-your-money-and-leave-you-in-the-mental-hospital" or "shit shit there they are why the hell aren't we running oh god oh god"......but, you know, in a good way.

I know some people have various views of this, so for reference my kind of girl would be a mix of Kate Beckinsale and Tilda Swinton, with a pinch of Shakira thrown in the fray. My kind of guy would be Jude Law combined with Stuart Townsend and Michael Sheen, with a light dusting of a Bradley Cooper attitude.

A lot of people would call these actors hot, and most would even say they would like to get them in bed, but would chicken out at the actual opportunity. I'm saying, I'd rather have a one-night stand with one of them than to be able to have Jessica Alba in my bed every night.

Looking back on this, it bears mentioning that I have an extremely serious weakness for a complex anti-hero. I don't believe villains really exist, and I'd be glad to debate that vehemently.

I read. I write. I sing. I dance. I orate. I enunciate. I deliberate. I edit. I play soccer. I am a rocker. I cook. I buy a book. I am an actor. I drive a tractor. I eat. I starve. I sleep. I deprive myself of sleep. I feel great. I stop my car to throw up. I walk. I talk. I draw with chalk. I count. I measure. I research. I blow things up. I give. I take. I keep. I sell. I hang out with friends. I keep to myself. I cause a mess. I clean it up. I make things. I break things. I take things...but usually give them back. I watch a movie. I jog a mile. I lift some weights. I forget to smile. I find a cave and go spelunking. I try to do some myth-debunking. I close some gates, and open doors. I sample things I've never tried before. I make a friend; I lose three more. I am alone, nobody cares...yet I know people everywhere. I laugh. I cry. I'm very shy. I know these things about myself; I retain no self-delusion. Yet when I view me as a whole, I feel nothing but...confusion.