I consider it a point of pride that I have never seen a full episode of either AMERICAN IDOL, or SURVIVOR, or that show with Howie Mandel, who apparently is bald now.
I am a Libra, but have absolutely no idea what that might signify, sorry. Also, I was born in the Year of the Tiger, when Zeus came down from Mount Olympus and seduced my mother by taking the form of a majestic white swan. Why do women CONSTANTLY fall for that old routine?!?
In the interest of fair disclosure, you should know that I am a cheerfully hopeless sci-fi geek to the Nth degree who can tell you who played Lobot in THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK but who isn't precisely sure whether the Yankees are a football team or a basketball team.
I'm pretty liberal. I don't necessarily have a problem with Republicans, but I loathe the politics and policies of George W. Bush and his kind of Republicans. Sorry. No wiggle room on this one. This is probably a deal-breaker.
Like most ugly people, when pressed on the subject I will unerringly aver that looks don't matter to me, that I only care about the person inside. This is mostly true; however, I will confess to being unapologetically prejudiced against hunchbacks. Don't like 'em, don't trust 'em, wouldn't live next to one. So. If you're a really cool, smart, nice woman, but you're a hunchback, sorry, but...hell, who am I kidding. Go ahead and message me anyway, I'm just that desperate. Just wear a baggy sweater or something.
(Yes, that bit about the Yankees was a joke. I know that they're a football team. I'm not THAT clueless.)
...PS: So many icons! Yikes...not sure I agree with all of them, how can I be both more literary and less artistic? The two would seem to be mutually exclusive...also, the quarter with the bar across it makes me sound like a beggar. Ouch. Does an occasional stint squeegeeing people's windshields against their will a beggar make? I think not...
I am clever, foolish, and contradictory