I like my life versatile, spontaneous and surprising. I like new places & people, shit-shoveling and building clay-houses, I like books and learning and being in love, bright colours, people who sing just to themselves and laugh a lot, nerds who are usually much more intelligent than me, stupid humor and bad horror movies. And werewolves. And sun.
Former poet fallen to a swamp of cynicism, funny mixture of social awkwardness and extreme openness (always too nervous to make phonecalls, have some sort of a disability what it comes to small talk and meaningless little chattering, but I'm usually good at getting along with people. I'm very kind though clumsy with my words.), simpleness and complexity.
My mind is a funny place. Sometimes I do get lost, but find a lot of peculiar stuff on the way.
I hate the "helpless little girl" act, and I'm not good at being sweet, decent and feminine. I do wear skirts and garters though.
I don't have much of moral to speak of, and some find me difficult to care about - I suck at staying in touch, returning emails or phonecalls, I forget appointments and meetings and rarely make promises. It's not personal, even though I'm aware it's not nice either.
I'm a hedonist, but usually a smart one. E.g. I love sex, good food (cooking is my passion), beers, wines and psychoactive substances, but I'm well aware of consequences if I overdo any of these. So I usually don't. (Well maybe just a little bit here and there, haha.)