I'm trying this again. Either because I'm really desperate or really bored, I like to think it's the latter.

Circumstances have conspired to leave me with a lot of time on my hands, time that I should be putting to matters less...seamy. But let's not kid ourselves. Seamy is fun. Interesting. There are worse things to be than a pervert. At least perverts are curious about things, even though those things may be appealing to the lowest common denominator.

Many have tried to break me, tried to make an honest woman out of me, drag me kicking and scratching into their scathing mediocrity but soon learn once in captivity, I wilt. So they release me back into the wild so I can be free.

Dueling with Pushkin with a frostbitten hand.

When bored I tend to willfully make bad decisions if I think I'll get a good story out of it.

Being low-maintenance. I'm complicated I'd say but also really easy-going. I'm hard to shock. I laugh easily and often. I will probably secretly judge you regarding your political affiliations and lack of direct involvement in making our society better (Christ, if you don't even vote you're in for it) but not in an obvious, asshole kind of way. I'm too much of a Good Time Charlie for that.

My lips, my ass in a pair of tight jeans, and a sometimes tad too cavalier air.

My spirit animal is a cross between Bridget Bardot and a cheetah

Books: Pynchon, Henry Miller, Anais Nin, Salinger, Rableais, Tibor Fischer, Sam Lipsyte, Mary Shelly, Vonnegut, Tolkien, George R. R. Martin, Dorothy Parker, Ezra Pound, T.S. Elliot, Gombrowicz, Buk, Neruda, David Fucking Thorne, off the top of my head....

Movies: Anything the Coen Brothers do usually makes me jump up and clap idiotically and emit strangled little sounds of happiness. I love film and am not too terribly pretentious about what I go see. I usually see more arty/indie flicks than blockbusters but I can get behind going to see an overblown ridiculous X-Men movie any day. I will go see anything John C. Reilly is in.

Music: Britpop, Indie, Jazz, Punk, Non-contemporary Country, Cheesy 80's, Gypsy-Punk, Classical, Opera, Death-Metal. Mahler, Pulp, Gogol Bordello, Tool, Billie Holiday, Beirut, Arctic Monkeys, Mars Volta, Johnny Cash, Blur, Chet Baker, Miles Davis, Thelonious Monk, Errol Garner, Elastica, Blossom Dearie, the Smiths, Blonde Redhead, the Black Lips, the Cure, Justin Timberlake, Patsy Cline, Air, Cat Power, Ariel Pink, Big Boi, Pavement, the Pixies, Antony and the Johnsons, M.I.A, the Dead Weather, Beck, PJ Harvey, Rilo Kiley, Interpol, Silversun Pickups....If it's bitchin I'm all over it.

I once walked out on a date when he told me he liked the band Phish.

Shows: Breaking Bad, Game of Thrones, Nurse Jackie, Weeds, the Borgias, Mad Men, Rome, Parks and Recreation, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, The Killing, Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Children's Hospital, Tim & Eric's Awesome Show Great Job!, (Almost anything Adult Swim, really), Damages, Conan, Fringe, Daily Show, Colbert Report, Bill Maher, CRAP I WATCH TOO MUCH TV!

The Mighty Boosh also does funny things to me...

a laptop
my thigh high riding boots
a passport
art
furtive glances
hasty exits

Travel, honestly. I'm no where happier than in an airport bar about to board a plane with a Bloody Mary in hand, about to embark on an adventure. The glut of travel I did in my 20's has given me very high standards regarding excitement. I demand fun from everything within grabbing distance. I fall in love with everything and everyone around me and vice versa when traveling. I've scaled walls in stiletto boots and skin tight dresses in London, I've ran with the cows in Switzerland, I've been serenaded by Australian gypsies in subterranean taverns in the Czech Republic while envisioning the same walls surrounding us dangling victims of medieval torture. Of course, this is all Old World traveling thus far.

Next stop, Peru, Belarus, Myanmar?

Last one of note was Star Wars night (May 4th, may the 4th be with you) at a strip club. My Swedish lover was scandalized, he had never been to a strip club before.

I think I once slept with a retarded person

Also; one of the anagrams for my name, without cheating, is:
Do My Anal Taco

--you don't have a soul patch

--you've never used "lol" in your life except as a joke.

--accents are good, I'm esp susceptible to British ones

--gallows humor is your bread and butter

--you might have run into me at Occupy Wall Street