I hate being required to write about myself. There, does that count? Apparently it doesn't. Because my 'initial essay' has to be a couple sentences longer. Ok then, better? Oh for fuck's sake. For the record, their idea of 'a couple sentences' and mine are different. This should be like school. Just give me a word count to meet so I can get this over with already.

And I'm sorry, but what the hell does "My Self-Summary" mean anyway? What exactly are you expecting me to put here? My shoe size? Whether I like pink or green? What's wrong with the world today? Ok, now that one we don't have time or space for here. My views on the cosmos? My views on my upstairs neighbors who like to smoke pot late at night on their balcony and whose kid likes to run full-tilt around the house at all hours of the day and night making loud thumping noises? Humanity? Inhumanity? Might cover more. Thong versus G-string? Age of Conan versus Warhammer Online? Totally Age of Conan, btw. Why our computer monitor is bigger than our television set?

What? Tell me and I'll write it for you. Sheesh.

I am obedient, persistent, and often confusing

Learning to parent my 1-yr-old. Looking for a hot guy to play with. Trying to juggle the hot guys already in my life. Obsessing over things that don't matter. Ignoring the things that do matter, but that I don't want to deal with yet. Wondering how I got here and where exactly here is.

Laughing. Gaming. Worrying. Reading. Sleeping. Giving blowjobs. Organizing. Forgetting things. Getting distracted. Debating. Sex. Taking useless cell phone pictures. Microwaving things. Grammar. Getting out of trouble. Making my husband happy. Wanting things I cannot have. Getting things I cannot have. Writing. Cleaning. Following orders. Remembering things I'd forgotten after it's too late to do anything about them. Living in a bubble of naivete . . . or so I'm told. Loving. Consoling. Being there.

I dunno, there are pictures, so you tell me. Eyes and hair usually, from what I'm told.

Ugh. I've done this at too many sites. Eventually I'll copy/paste from somewhere, but if you just want the gist...

Authors: Neil Gaiman, Laurell K Hamilton, Douglas Adams, Robert Lynn Asprin, Voltaire, Kierkegaard, Nietzsche, Nick Bantock, Kathy Reichs, Jacqueline Carey...

Movies: The Secretary, Crash, Chocolat, What Dreams May Come, almost all porn...

Music: Jude, Ryan Adams, Chris Isaak, Jack Johnson, Cole Porter, Ren Faire Music, Filk...

Food: Greek, Caribbean, Thai, Chinese, Seafood...

Assuming the basic necessities are covered... internet, books, sex, friends, travel, learning

Pretty much everything. If my brain has an 'off' switch, I've yet to find it.

There is no such thing as a typical Friday night. That said, I'm usually at home and likely gaming. :shrug: If that bothers you, well, you may now go elsewhere. Run along now.

I'm secretly in love with you. No, really. Sigh... The list is long. Ask about what interests you and I will probably tell you. Unless you're a jerk. In which case I will beat you to death with a shovel. :)

You want to.

You should NOT message me if:
You are an asshole. You are a frat-boy type. (Sorry to repeat myself there) You are illiterate (Hm, guess that one can't really be stopped with a sentence or two). You think cruelty is fun. You are needlessly judgmental. You are a low (40% or less) match with me... All I can think of for now, but basically just use some common sense, mmkay?