"Tis nothing good or bad. Thinking makes it so."
Twice-lived, cynical blood in New York, now Paris (faire un stage de deux mois), picking success out of the garbage. Here is a redacted narrative*:
Architecture student! I am also a loner (and enjoy it) - usually, but not necessarily, related. Further a musician and a classically-trained drunk. Now that's related.
Man of letters; I write, often. An opinionated 52 year-old Jewish woman battles it out with an 1980s male sex symbol inside of me; meanwhile I wait to be swept off my feet by some spectacular natural disaster of a human being.
Part-time slave, full-time artist; I gravitate toward people who demand effort, not a lot of work.
Used to want to change the world, but now I just want to leave my door with a little bit of dignity.
Judging conversation by the effect it has on others, not its contribution to our self-esteem
When life throws at you lemmings - make fur coat with scarf to match.
I believe in compassion.
I don't tolerate stupidity, especially that of others. I'm a crude intellect with refined tastes. I'm often annoying, but rarely obnoxious. Like any good Western, I spot rugged individualism, offer at least one good chase scene, and have a great score. Clinically diagnosed combination ADD-OCD: I can't focus on the things I'm obsessed with.
*This is me on OKC/QVC. Actual results may vary.