Urgh. God...no, really, please...arrrgh....wurrr! The pits, I just,
awww no...really? Again? No, anything but...arrrgh.....and here I
What I’m doing with my life
Life is what happens *around* what you do...besides, what it's
doing to me is *far* stickier...
I’m really good at
Listening, hoarding, cleaning, piano, complaining, being silent,
making mess, philosophy, hugging ^>^ kissing ^>^
nuzzling...and burrowing! :D Oh, losing shit that was RIGHT
THERE....turning valuable things into Floor Junk, um, being nice? I
hope... :D Being a friend...loyalty...compassion...honesty,
generosity...magic... ;) Ooo! Palmistry...um...naming inanimate
objects, tree huggles ^>^ Inventing "food"...tree huggles again
The first things people usually notice about me
The binoculars (what, I'm not the first person to put that? Awww :(
)...um...my uncomfortableness...my explosive diarrh...I mean, I'm
calm. Really calm. Shy, insecure, terrified of more than one new
person at a time but calm as a pile of coat hangers.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Film?In Absentia...less of a humourous attempt
but...really, it's jolly good. Um...music has to be
Stanchinsky...followed by Bach and Alkan...food? Nothing beats
nothing like an imaginary kumquat. Mmmm...books? Like, with words
'n shit? Probs. Only Revolutions...
The six things I could never do without
My best friend.
The knowledge that somewhere there is probably a cat in a
My Cello dearest.
Oxygen (haha...ha...alright, fuck you! :D) and water
(hoho...ho...chortle...chor...nothing wrong with a bit of obtuse
humour, is there? Nothing like a good laugh to rid the nostrils of
the ever present scent of decay and desperation that we call this
shameful ballet of life, each morbid step closer to the grave being
only that sickening reminder more of how infinitely far left there
is to go...so..um...piss off :D ), not to mention food.....and cats
in Wellingtons ^>^
Love (queer, mayhaps, but you try and deny it :D )
The ability to count.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Metaphysical properties and the fundamental rules of existence. And
toast. And Toast. Sometimes the clear superiority of Camembert (how
do you get a bear out of a tree :D ...no? Cheddar luck next time?)
over brie but, pfft, who doesn't?
On a typical Friday night I am
Loathing humanity for its sheer inability to figure out: what's
brown and sticky?
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I'm a pre-operative trans-bender :D
You should message me if
You're bored...or sad...I really am more of a listener than
anything else...that's one of the dullest things anyone can say
but, pfft, I'm just dull :D