Moved to New Mexico recently and I don't know a darn thing about it! How am I supposed to describe myself in under 100 characters? I can barely Twit! ... or Tweet?

I'm a bit of a cynic who likes to play hard and work... well, less hard. I regularly mock things and feel that if you're not having fun, you're not doing it right.

What I'm not doing is a better question. I am not (but would like to): traveling the world, expanding my mind, making sweet passionate monkey-love to my soulmate, saving the rainforest, making any sort of money that would be useful in the future, saving up for a house, building a library, writing my novel/screenplay/comic, drinking myself into delusion or drawing with my toes (currently).

I would say I'm good at doing stuff with my feet, but that would probably attract the ... stranger type of people, yeah?

Let's just leave it as "I'm good at stuff", alright?

Mm, I'd like to say it's my hair or my eyes, but let's be honest. It's either my tits or my ass. Can we say ass here?

My cynicism and sarcasm really don't come into play until Date 2, if you're lucky.

Books I like: Well, for some strange reason I can't put down "Gone with the Wind". It's a horrific story, and I hate everyone in it. Hate hate hate. With passion. And I've read it like, 2,000,000 times. Normally I browse authors like Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman, Jane Austen, ect. But I like random books too. I have a copy of E.M. Forester's "Maurice" that has a love letter written from someone on the inside cover. *swoon*

Movies: Random and eclectic, with a prevailing theme of cross-dressing. "The Imposters", "Some Like it Hot", "Unconditional Love". "Fight Club", "Strictly Ballroom", "Blade: Trinity", random things like that.

Music: I like to listen to ballet and watch opera, but on my iPod you'll find everything from Disney to Flogging Molly to the Decemberists to Rufus Wainwright to Ella Fitzgerald to Metallica to Eartha Kitt.

Food: As a psuedo-vegetarian, I don't eat meat unless it's seafood. I adore sushi. Mmmm, delicious. I'm not really a vegetarian for political or humane reasons, just cause I think meat's gross.

1. SOAP. Holy cow, how do those people in "Lost" get by??? Although I do wonder about the Suspiciously Perfect Beard Stubble that is found on practically every man in the island. I have tried getting clean in the ocean and all what I get is salty.

2. A book--really, any book. I automatically lay claim to any book within reach.

3. Comfortable pants. The ass-grabbing have-to-wear-special-underwear pants are nice when you want to look nice, but until they make them in flannel they will never be the perfection that are my men's pajama pants.

4. My cell phone, as bad as that sounds. Now it holds my calendar, all my friends' phone numbers, it works as my watch, my planner, and my entertainment when I'm bored. What more could a girl want?

5. A pet. Honestly, I don't think I've ever been without one. FYI, this means if you've got allergies, I'm probably not the girl for you.

6. My backpack/purse. As a self-admitted packrat, I can collect anything and just about everything and always need to keep it with me. I think of this as just in case we're ever in a situation like those guys on Lost, at least you will have soap. And kleenex. And hand sanitizer. And chapstick. And a few Euros and Korean coins. And cat treats. And a small mirror. And floss. And a few teabags (Green + Peppermint). And a random screw. It came from somewhere. I think it'll be useful. Eventually.

So if we were able to blend our genes with that of a cockroach would we be able to survive a nuclear holocaust? And if we blended our genes with that of a cockroach, would we grow extra limbs or maybe an exoskeleton? How about a carapace? And how cool is saying that word? "Carapace" If we consider that one of the main identifying marks of an insect (cockroach: order: Blattodea) is the having of an exoskeleton, if we managed to get a way out of having one, would that negate the suriving of a great disaster? And would we still have sex the normal fashion or would we have to get all "fertilizing the eggs outside the body"? Cause I think that if we did, I might have to just die in the nuclear holocaust.

Or, alternately, if we were unicellular and replicated with binary fission like bacteria, would the second you have the same personality as the original you?

Well, I usually work Fridays and weekends, so my typical Friday is much like my other days: getting off of work, going to the gym for a bit, coming home to watch TV or play on the internet.

...wow, my life is BORING! Someone help me with that?

Privately? Only my friends know how much of a hedonistic sensualist I am. I absolutely adore touchable fabrics and textures: satin, suede, a straight fall of clean hair, smooth skin. I love hightened colors: Kandinsky, Monet, the difference between green trees and bright blue skies. I get thrills down my spine when I hear music that I like, I practically melt when a man has a deep bass voice, and I physically cringe at bad singing. I love rich dark chocolate, flaky salmon, salty potato chips and sharp cheese.

If I had all these things at once it'd probably kill me.

If you are a fun-loving confident dude, drop me a line. My other requirements? Good sense of humor, nonsmoker, and you must take at least decent care of your body. It's the only one you've got!

...unless you have an extra stashed in the bathtub on ice.